“I’ll get something to eat and head to your room,” I say, pulling him in for a quick kiss.
“You’ll stay here tonight?” he asks, and there’s something vulnerable in his eyes when he looks at me.
“I’ll stay tonight, but I have to go home tomorrow and prep for my classes.”
He looks relieved. “Okay. We can order something in for dinner. Whatever you want.”
We walk inside together, hand in hand, and he kisses my knuckles before heading to their meeting, while I go into the kitchen and see what they have.
Honey is sitting there, scrolling on her phone. She looks up at me and smiles. “How was your date?”
“Amazing. The best one I’ve ever been on if I’m being honest.” I beam, opening the refrigerator and checking the contents. “What do you guys usually do for dinner?”
“Sometimes we cook, but mostly we just order something in.” She shrugs, putting her phone down and studying me. She’s wearing a pretty off-the-shoulder pink dress that I could never pull off. I want to hate her, but she hasn’t really given me any reason to, unlike Gia.
“Maybe I’ll make my famous chili prawn pasta,” I think out loud, checking what we have and writing down a list for what we’ll need. “How many people do you think will be eating?”
“If you’re cooking, then everyone.” She grins, getting up and coming over to me. “I tell you what, give me the list. I’ll take a prospect and get what you need. A homemade prawn pasta sounds fucking amazing right now.”
“Okay, but check with the men before you go anywhere because they’re all having a meeting right now,” I say, not wanting to get in trouble for sending her away if we’re meant to be staying in the clubhouse. “I also make an amazing brothy chicken rice dish. I should make that next time.”
Honey looks at me like I told her the happiest news of her life. She takes the list and heads off to ask if it’s safe for her to go. When she gets approval, she gets one of the men to take her.
I guess I’m feeding the entire biker clubhouse.
No pressure, right?
17
CHANCE
Church ends up going on longer than I had expected. I know that Kenzie hasn’t left the clubhouse because I told Zeek to keep a close eye on her, but she might be pissed that she’s been out there waiting for me for over an hour. Maybe she’ll be a little happier when she finds out I sent Gunner out to get her some cheesecake since we didn’t get to stop for her on the way back.
The Bloody Scorpions showing up right then and there, when I had Kenzie on my bike, was them telling me they now knew I had a weakness. The silent threat won’t be dismissed, and if they want a war, they’re going to get one. Their new president, Slider, seems to be looking for trouble, unlike his old man and president before him.
Going in search of Kenzie, I run into Gia, who reaches out and runs her pink fingernail down my bicep. “You want to take me into my room for some quick fun? No one has to know,” she purrs, her other hand moving toward my dick.
I catch her wrist to stop her. “Gia, I told you I’m done. I’m giving it a go with Kenzie, and if you want to stay here, you need to accept those boundaries,” I tell her in a gentle yet firm tone.
“You’re not a one-woman man, Chance. You never have been,” she replies, licking her lips. “I know exactly how you need it. Are you going to give that up for some good-girl pussy? Why? When I know how much you like it when I’m bad.”
“Last time I’m telling you. Go find one of the other men because I’m not your go-to dick anymore. And I’m not giving up anything, so there’s no loss. I’m getting Kenzie, which is what I want more than anything,” I add, not wanting her to think she can put my woman down.
Kenzie’s pussy is the best I’ve had, but that’s none of Gia’s business. She needs to put her claws away and accept that I’m done with her, or she needs to get the fuck out of here.
“You disrespect my woman, and we’re going to have a big-fucking-problem, you hear me?”
She nods, her jaw tightening. “Loud and clear. Don’t come crawling back when you realize you’re not cut out for the white picket fence.”
Raking my hand through my hair in frustration, I storm into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I see Kenzie cooking, and it smells amazing. She has four huge pots on the stove, and Dutch, with his black eye and cut lip, is taste-testing for her, while Honey and Zeek are sitting at the table putting together a salad. Cash is sitting on the countertop, watching her every move.
I never asked Kenzie if she cooked. I guess it didn’t really matter to me, but the fact that she’s going through all of this effort for my club means a lot to me.
No, it means every-damn-thing.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Dutch moans, nodding in approval.
“I hope it makes up for the fact I wanted Chance to fight, which ended in…” She gestures to his face.