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Bishop had that effect.
He finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavily, and I couldn’t stop the quiet laughter that fell from my lips as he helped me down off the table, my legs shaking. “Shh,” he warned, tugging at the bottom of my dress and pulling it back into place before wrapping his arms around me. “Did you have a good night?”
I reached up, sweeping my fingers through his hair. “Better now,” I answered, keeping my voice as low as possible. “Keeping up with Calli is not an easy feat. The girl has the stamina of a preschooler on a sugar rush when she parties.”
“She did learn from the best,” Bishop murmured, lowering his forehead and pressing it to mine. “I’ve got a clubhouse full of men who act like fucking children every day.”
Absolute truth.
While Bishop’s men were fearless, protective, and willing to do things no normal person would for the people they loved, there were days when being at the clubhouse was also similar to being inside a frat house or a daycare. They could be chaotic and juvenile.
But I’d trust every single one of them with my life.
“That’s the part I love the most because it feels like I have fifteen kids, but I didn’t have to give birth, and they come already potty trained,” I joked with a wide grin before adding. “Well, most of them.”
His deep, gravelly laugh made me smile.
It never got old, hearing the joy in his voice—a sound I hoped to hear every day for the rest of forever.
This man had changed my life, and he’d saved my life in more ways than I could ever explain.
And I would spend whatever I had left of it, showing him all the ways I loved him for it.
Chapter Forty-Three
BISHOP
“You sure you don’t want some of this delicious tuna casserole, Calli?” Whip taunted, waving his second plate of food under her nose. “It’s really good!”
Calli pressed her hand to her mouth, practically turning green as the smell of the tuna wafted around her. “Whip,” she warned, swallowing hard. “Just because you have your full patch now doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass.”
Whip stepped back as he shoveled a spoonful into his mouth with a grin.
That same smile had been plastered there since we handed him a brand-new cut this morning after a unanimous club vote. Whip had everything the club needed. He was smart, loyal, and dedicated. Even taking three bullets hadn’t deterred him. The second he got out of the hospital, he was right back at the clubhouse, asking what he could help with and what needed to be done. He deserved those patches, and I was proud as hell to be able to call him one of my brothers.
What he didn’t know was that we were planning a party for that night, and the next day, Calli would most likely get her revenge because there was no way the boys weren’t going to push him to his limits tonight in celebration of our new full member.
Shay stepped out onto the back porch with a bottle of water in one hand and a packet of crackers in the other. She held them out in front of Calli, whose eyes lit up. “Thank God,” she said with a relieved sigh, instantly cracking the lid on the bottle and drinking several mouthfuls before coming up for air. “I swear I didn’t drink that much last night, did I?”
Shay chuckled, walking over to me and taking a seat on the arm of my chair. “It was definitely the tequila shots that did this,” she mused, leaning into me as I wrapped my arm around her hips.
Calli screwed up her nose, and a shudder rolled through her. “Oh yeah… the tequila.”
Shay wasn’t a big drinker, but like I’d told Shay last night, Calli had learned from the best.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Shay looked toward the house with a frown before turning to me. “Is that Blue?” she questioned, getting to her feet. “Why would he be knocking?”
I shrugged, pushing out of the armchair and following her inside and through the hallway that led from the back door to the front. I stopped at the staircase, leaning against the banister as she pulled the door open, her mouth hitting the floor as she saw who was standing on the other side.
“Ali!”
He opened his arms and walked forward, picking her up and hugging her tightly. “Hey, sis,” he said with a chuckle.
Blue snuck in behind him, the two of us watching them cling to each other, rocking back and forth.
The relationship between Shay and her brother had been strained for a long time. She felt she owed him because he took the heat and made sure she got help while he did his time. But she was also frustrated at how he fell right back into old, toxic habits with toxic people.
