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“That might be, but I don’t particularly feel free right now.” Kim stared at me a minute before she went back to chopping like I wasn’t even there. I didn’t know if it was because she couldn’t be sure if my feeling not quite free was because of her or lingering crap with June. If she were to ask, I honestly wouldn’t know what to tell her. A bit of both, I supposed.
“You never did say if you turned down your proposals.”
“Only one proposal,” she corrected. “Wicked tried to yank me over the bar to suck on my tits when he thought I was a club girl. Wouldn’t call that a proposal of any kind.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” I asked as I stood up with my fists clenched ready to murder our fucking National President.
“Calm your tits, boy. I apologized to the girl,” Wicked said as he came into the kitchen looking for food.
“I’ll have something up for y’all in just a minute,” Kim informed him like he didn’t assault her the night before.
I sat my ass back down and chose to ignore Wicked for now. We could have a chat later. Didn’t care that he was the national president. He needed to learn respect.
“What about Sparkles?” I asked Kim.
She smiled widely again. “Oh man, he was so damn funny!”
Wicked and I both looked at one another, puzzled as fuck by her take on the surly nomad. “How the hell did Sparkles come off as funny?” Wicked asked.
“Oh, I don’t know we joked around a bit every time he came back up to the bar. He told me how he got his road name though and that was hilarious. Do the prospects who inherit his old leather still have glitter in the cut?”
“Shit, he really did tell you how he got his name,” Wicked muttered.
“Oh yeah, bachelor party, strippers, and head to toe shimmering hobby-herpes.”
Wicked threw his head back and laughed so hard I thought the fucker might piss his pants. “Hobby-herpes? Fuck me. Was this his term or yours, darlin’?”
“Mine.” She put a pan of biscuits in the oven and then turned back to us. “If you don’t want to wait on the biscuits, everything else is ready.” Kim pointed to the trays of food that were covered and we both got up to look. “No omelets for me either. You get a western scramble, biscuits, and bacon. Otherwise, make your own breakfast. And when this is gone, tough shit. Ratchet didn’t hire me as a short order cook and I still have to come back in and work tonight.”
We filled our plates and sat back down as Kim cleaned up the mess she’d made while cooking. She still hadn’t mentioned the proposal Sparkles made before he left, and it was starting to irritate me. Wicked must have known where my head was because he kept grinning at me like I was a fucking idiot. Finally, he took pity on me and asked Kim, so I wouldn’t have to do it again.
“What kind of proposal did our nomad offer you?”
Kim turned and leaned her butt against the counter but focused her attention one hundred percent on Wicked instead of me as she answered. “He asked when the baby was due. I told him the first week of March. He said he’d be back around that time to check in on me, and if no one had claimed me by then, he would. Said that it didn’t have to be more than a claim for his name and patch, so that I could be close to the club.”
Well, that wasn’t so bad. He was just trying to help her out.
“But later he told me that he might be open to a real relationship, too. Said it might be time to finally settled down again.”
Wicked’s eyes widened comically at that news, but I was about to break shit. “Over my dead fuckin’ body,” I growled.
Kim had the nerve to laugh at me. “Whatever,” she said and then turned around to finish washing the dishes.
I jumped up from where I’d been sitting and marched over to the woman who had just laughed at my tentative claim on her. Then I proceeded to set her ass straight with a fucking kiss that made her legs give out. My hands caught hold of her hips as our mouths fused together, then parted long enough for me to sweep my tongue inside and taste her for the first time. I guess it wasn’t the first time, but the last time I’d only managed to taste a different set of lips.
“Hot damn, boy! That’s the way to claim your woman!” Wicked hooted and drew others from the bar area back to the kitchen. I wasn’t ready to make her my old lady. There was something that drove me crazy about another man coming in and threatening to claim her out from under me, especially when she had my baby growing in her belly.
“Take the fucking biscuits out,” I ordered before grabbing Kim’s hand as I pulled her along behind me. The club brothers who had come to see what the noise was all about slid their backs to the wall so we could pass them in the hallway. I didn’t have a room in the house yet, so I took Kim out the back door and halfway to the forest in the backyard. It was where I’d seen her come to get away from the noise of the club whenever she was on a break.
Mack and I had set up a low-light path for her because the crazy woman would come out here at night too just to stargaze or some shit. I don’t think she realized her brother and I were the ones responsible for the path, and I wasn’t about to tell her either. I wanted to yell at her for coming out here so often when she could have tripped and hurt herself. There wouldn’t have been anyone around to help her.
It wasn’t the time to get into that though. We had bigger things to talk about. So, once we were far enough away from where the club could eavesdrop without being noticed, I tugged her down into the grass with me. It was only then that I noticed the way she touched her fingertips to her lips.
“I don’t want to jump into a relationship with you,” I blurted out.
“You just kissed me in the kitchen not two minutes ago,” she shot back.
“I know, and fuck! Look, everything’s still all confused up here,” I tried to explain as I tapped my head. “You can’t accept anyone trying to make you theirs. You can’t. I wanted to tear the whole clubhouse down when you said that’s what Sparkles offered you.”
