We. A constant reminder that Dusty was a Night Skull whether he wanted to be in that gang or not. “You turned your back on the MC, Roar and offed him. I don’t see you dead.”
“I would have been,” he said quickly. “If it weren’t for Mama...and Rush.”
“So you trust this guy enough to make him second in command?”
“It’s not just about trust. The Skulls listened to Rush. I needed him on my side if I wanted them to listen to me, too. And knowing he’d never hurt Mama was a plus at the time.”
I turned and nestled in his big arms. His logic and the safety of his embrace eased my concerns a bit. But I was scared of the darkness that constantly surrounded him. He was in too deep. It’d ultimately change him, swallow him whole. “I understand. It’s just…hard, to know how amazing and caring and good you are and yet you…rule that place. I mean…” Words betrayed me.
“It’s just for two more weeks, baby.”
“Yes. I’m probably overreacting about this whole thing. You obviously know what you’re doing.”
He kissed me on the forehead. “Thank you.”
His hug was warm and soothing, but I had to break it to get ready. I showered and dried my hair fast. When I got out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped low, practically drooling.
Dusty was in a suit.
A dashing blue suit with a tight white shirt underneath. His hair smoothed to the back and hanged perfectly on his shoulders. Holy smokes.
It wasn’t like he didn’t rock that biker, leathery look, but this was a whole new level of hotness I wasn’t prepared for.
“What?” He had his crooked smile on.
Like he needed that too.
I blinked, laughing. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to dinner.”
He chuckled, his thumb pointing to the bed. “Maybe when you see your new dress, you’ll change your mind.”
What new dress? I already had a red dress I intended to wear for tonight. I dragged my gaze from his mesmerizing figure and glanced over at the bed. A red satin dress spread across the brown flowered bedspread. A pair of red pumps. And a…jewelry box.
My jaw fell open again. “Oh my God, baby.”
He took my hand and printed a kiss on the palm. “Don’t just stand there. Go try everything on.”
I took off the bathrobe, already in my underwear, and slipped on the dress. The fabric felt amazing on my skin. It hugged my curves a little too tight and was a little shorter than anything I’d choose on my own, but it was sexy as hell. The sudden swell in Dusty’s dress pants confirmed it.
As I put on the pumps, he frowned all of a sudden, biting his lip. “I changed my mind. There’s no way I’m gonna let you go out like this.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look at you! You’re…” He ate me with his stare. “Fucking wow.”
A grin spread on my face. “Thank you. You’refucking wow, too.”
“I’m serious, Cammie. Wear the other dress. You don’t want me walking with a hard-on the whole night.”
I loved that dress and those shoes. No way I was going to take them off. “I don’t mind.” I winked, secretly thankful for being a woman that could easily hide her arousal with a bra.
“What about every other fucker at the party? You want them to have hard-ons over you, too?”
“Who cares about their little dicks?” I felt him up over the pants, biting my lip. “When I have you…”
His eyes lifted to the ceiling. “You love to torture me.”
“Duh.” I spanked his ass. Good Heavens.