“His parents and his siblings are deceased? Was it an accident or did he kill them?” Judge asked.
“Parents died when he was a teenager; his father was stabbed in a bar fight, and his mother overdosed a few years later. From what I could find, the sister died in a fire last year, and the brother’s body was found floating in the river nine days after the sister died,” Spazz said.
“Names?” Batta gruffly asked.
“Parents were Gregory and Trina Jensen. Sister was Crysta Jensen and brother was Kevin Jensen.”
I banged my fist on the table. “We need proof that these fuckers are the ones who attacked our club!”
“Sorry, Prez. That’s all I’ve been able to get. I’ll keep looking,” Spazz said nervously.
“I think some of us need to go back to the clubhouse. They can’t attack us if they don’t know where we are, and we can’t catch them if they’re not doing anything,” Tiny interjected.
“Good idea, Tiny. We’ll leave the families here with the prospects and a handful of brothers while the rest of us return to Devil Springs. All in favor?”
The vote to return to the clubhouse was unanimous. We determined who would be staying with the women and children and decided to ride out first thing the following morning.
I didn’t like the idea of leaving Layla behind, but I liked the thought of her getting hurt or killed even less. Hopefully, she would understand and not put up too much of a fuss about having to stay. She and Leigh had developed a friendship, and she seemed to get along with some of the other Old Ladies. She would be okay without me for a few days. Honestly, I wanted to send her to Croftridge with Bronze, but I couldn’t do that without Annabelle finding out they’re sisters which wasn’t an option until the babies were born.
I dismissed Church and went in search of my girl. I hadn’t been able to spend much time with her since we arrived and I was going to make up for it the moment I found her. As luck would have it, she was in the camper and had just stepped out of the shower when I walked in.
“Hey,” she said shyly. “Give me just a minute to get dressed and I’ll make us something for dinner.”
“There’s plenty of food at the main house,” I said gruffly and followed her to the small bedroom.
“Copper,” she gasped when I yanked the towel from her and pulled her body against mine.
“Been thinking about you all day,” I murmured against the soft skin of her neck as my hands moved over the curves of her body.
When my hand reached the apex of her thighs, she dropped her head back and moaned. My fingers found her center wet and ready. “Seems like you were thinking about me, too,” I mused.
“Mmmhmm,” she agreed with a slight nod of her head.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked and reached to pull my wallet out of my jeans.
“This,” she groaned. “You coming in here and fucking me.”
“Yeah? Did you touch your pussy while you were thinking about me fucking you?” I asked while I made quick work of opening my pants and slicking a condom down my shaft.
“No,” she breathed. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.”
“Good. Hands and knees, Locks,” I said and gave her luscious ass a light slap.
She eagerly climbed onto the bed, and I was buried inside her seconds later. “Layla,” I groaned and took a minute to just enjoy the feel of her body surrounding mine before I started to move.
By the time we were finished, I needed a shower and she needed another one. Needless to say, we never made it to the main house for dinner.
The next morning, she walked me to my truck to say goodbye. I pulled her against me and wrapped my arms around her. Then, I said fuck it and covered her mouth with mine in front of the whole damn club. I didn’t know when I would see her again so this last kiss needed to tide me over for a while. The sounds of hoots and hollers caught my attention. Without breaking the kiss, I lifted my middle finger in the air and silenced the bunch of immature jackasses.
When I finally pulled away, Layla’s cheeks were pink and her lips were swollen. I contemplated taking her back inside for another round before I left because I couldn’t get enough of the woman.
She placed her hands on my chest and said, “I can’t believe you did that. The women are going to be all up my ass once you leave. They thought we were only friends.”
I made a snap decision in that moment. I can’t say the thought hadn’t occurred to me before, because it had, but I hadn’t given it any serious consideration. Still, I knew it was the right thing to do. Without warning Layla, I turned her in my arms to face the onlookers and announced, “She’s my Old Lady. Show her the respect she deserves or you’ll answer to me.”
I heard Layla gasp as the boisterous bunch fell silent. Placing my lips against the shell of her ear, I whispered, “You know what that means?”
She nodded and turned to face me. “I do, I think. Do you mean it or did you do it to protect me?”