Storm squeezes the back of my neck to help ground me before my head pops off, his gaze on Marie.
“He does, but that means I’m with you until he and Ransom are back,” he says.
“If Wilder didn’t need someone to watch his back, I wouldn’t be going,” Ransom grumbles.
“I am not feeling the love right now,” I say, pretending to pout.
Marie manages a small smile, dragging her fingers through my hair.
“I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, but?—”
“I don’t fucking care, I want my goddamned kiss, Little Omega,” I growl, leaning toward her to slant my lips over hers.
Marie’s fingers clench at my hair, and she moans as I kiss her until her body relaxes completely.
“Did you just kiss the sad out of her?” Ransom whispers.
“If I didn’t, I sure as hell tried, huh?” I rasp, rubbing my nose against Marie’s. “I adore you. Please don’t take on things outside of your control. If you want a baby, I’ll give you one. Whatever you want is yours.”
“Big promises for an alpha about to ride away,” she teases.
“Ugh, I suck,” I sigh. “I know. I promise to go straight there, kill whoever needs it, and then?—”
“Don’t,” she gasps. “No promises. Just come back.”
Lore, you son of a bitch. I think you traumatized her.
“Okay.”
Kissing her forehead, I stand up and give Ransom some room to say goodbye.
“You and I are going to have some time when I get back. I don’t fucking care if it’s a damn rom com,” he complains. “I want to know what makes my fucking soulmate tick.”
Marie’s eyes grow large, and I realize there hasn’t been much time for them to talk. Despite being here for a week, there’s always church happening or people around. It’s hard to ask your girl what her favorite color is when we spend a lot of time here at the clubhouse.
Devon brought us here to experience club life, he isn’t letting her hide away in one of the cabins. However, she needs rest, and everyone can see it. No one is going to force her to socialize right now, much less me or Devon.
“I know you can walk, I just don’t want you to,” Storm grunts, scooping her into his arms. Her eyes are heavy with the expenditure of emotions, and I bet she’ll be asleep before they get back to our guesthouse. Her body is stressed the fuck out.
“Be good,” I say softly, walking back into the clubhouse before I cave and tell Devon to fuck himself.
This is club business that could potentially blow back on my pack. I’ll never forgive myself if Chester lied to us and his president did know about his betrayal. My steps feel heavy as I cross the yard to my motorcycle, pull my face covering over my face, and strap on my helmet.
“Let’s fucking roll,” Devon grunts, driving through the gates.
The cool wind helps to ground me as I follow him out, and I glance to my right as we drive past the Reaping Marauder's clubhouse. My lips turn down as I catch Toad making out with a woman in the yard.
“Who the fuck is that?” I ask Devon. Our helmets are linked so we can talk to each other and he glances over before we pass the gate.
“That’s the president’s daughter,” he replies. “I had a feeling he’d scurry over here. This is why I’m in conversations with a hitwoman I employ for dicey situations I need a little help for. She’s got her own code, and she’s one of the scariest women I know.”
“I’ll let you handle that,” I sigh. “This is too close to your home base.”
“Don’t I know it.”
We gain speed as we leave the RM’s clubhouse behind, and the miles fade as we race across them. The ride gives me achance to think about how hard Marie is struggling. I want her to take more time off before she returns to the hospital where Lore died.
I know that working helps, I mean hell, here I am doing just that. The problem is I’m afraid of losing Marie to the hospital. She’ll tell herself she needs the hours for whatever reason, until she buries her pain so far down, she won’t recognize herself. I’ll save my omega from herself even if it’s the last damn thing I do.
