Not when I need to know if I can really charm the beautiful biker into a forever that looks a lot like love.
The last thing I hear is Turner murmuring, “I’ve got you.”
CHAPTER 14
SNAKE
Graycie has been asleep in my arms for a while now, but the last thing I want to do is slide out of bed. I know I need to because I’m sure my brothers have information for me. The need to keep my woman safe thrums underneath my skin.
The thought of leaving her is like a punch to the gut. She’s so soft in my arms and her face is peaceful.
My woman is beautiful. It tugs at something deep in me.
I can feel the places where her nails dug into my shoulders, the air biting them slightly, but all I can do is grin. My woman is all passion. And pleading.
Fuck.
My dick tries to perk up at the memory of how she asked for what she needed. I would have been more than happy to wait. For her? It wouldn’t have been a hardship at all.
But she wanted me. No, she needed me.
The restlessness in me, which has been driving me up the fucking wall since the moment I saw my woman and couldn’t claim her, has settled. She’s mine now.
And she knows it.
As I force myself to slide out of bed, I wonder if I’ll still have to take things slow now. I don’t want to.
I want her in my house, the one here on the compound. I want to get her a safer car. I want to give her the life she’s only dreamed of. Whatever it looks like.
Even if it looks like her continuing to work at Bunz Out.
Would I rather she spends all day and night naked in our bed? Yes, but I’m aware it probably won’t happen.
But it would be ideal.
I pull my clothes on while keeping my eyes on my woman. I don’t want to miss a second, especially with her like this. Unguarded. Without worries. Free. Serene.
Once I’m dressed, I force myself to slip out of the room and hope I’m back before she wakes up. I’m worried about herbecause I don’t know when she ate last and now the sun is just starting to set and paint some oranges and purples across the sky.
I slip my boots on and take a moment to lace them up. If I don’t then I could see one of my brothers fucking with me and I’ll be damned if I get hurt by not lacing up my boots. Not when I have Graycie in my life.
The moment I step back into the main room, Ryker stands up a little straighter at the bar. I notice that most of my club brothers are waiting around in the room. They’ve all gone quiet, their eyes curious while looking at me.
“Church,” Ryker bellows.
As he passes me, he pauses and his heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “Whiskey has news and the brothers need to be filled in. Everyone need to be aware of a few things.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, “like how I’m claiming my woman at the table. I don’t want to have to kill my brothers for looking at her.
Ryker grins and shrugs. “But can you blame them?”
The glare I give him would scare most men. Not him.
Probably because he’s become immune after all these years.
“I could still kill you,” I threaten him.
He tries to keep a straight face, but one side of his mouth twitches. “You really shouldn’t threaten your president.”