“You gonna come on command too?” Her breathy tone was barely a whisper, which sent him over the edge, coming hard.
Butnoton command.
Chapter Twenty
Addison had slept in. After a shower and getting dressed, she went in search of Cross. The vibe in the clubhouse had changed in regards to her. There was no warm fuzzy welcome and greetings, but there was definitely acceptance. Even the president, Ace, didn’t seem to be affected by her presence. They didn’t interact much, but she noticed his approving stare whenever Cross was close to her.
She grabbed her coffee and walked out the front door. She glanced around, noticing a huge garage to the left. The doors were wide open, and she recognized the three men standing around the vintage bike.
Addison wasn’t sure if she was intruding on guy time or if this was club business. She was learning quickly there was a lot of secrecy in the MC. She slowed her steps and cleared her throat. Cross glanced over his shoulder, and his eyes immediately softened.
“’Bout fucking time.”
“I was tired.”
“Yeah, I know.” He winked.
The insinuation of him tiring her out was not missed. And accurate.
Oak laughed while Cue had the decency not to react, though she noticed him turn his head. She had no doubt he was concealing his amusement.
She sidled up next to Cross, and he looped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. It was no secret they were together. But she wasn’t expecting any type of PDA from Cross.I like it.
“So, Cue?”
He looked over, cocking his brow.
She gestured to the bike. “How’d I do?”
His lips twitched, and he dragged his hand over his mouth while shifting his gaze between her and the bike. “You want me to be nice? Or you want me to be honest?”
“That bad, huh?”
Cross tightened his hold over her. “Most people wouldn’t have even tried.”
It was a sweet reassurance. But she was looking for something a little more. Yes, she’d set it on fire twice. Yes, she’d done most work three times, because it had been done wrong the first two times. And yeah, there was the oil spill that ruined her favorite pair of jeans.
“Well” —she laughed— “some say I shouldn’t have tried. After the garage fire, people are less supportive, especially when it’s their shop. But Danny is a saint.”
“Who’s Danny?” There was no missing Cross’s tone. His expression was giving it all away.My man is the jealous type?Interesting.
“A friend slash mechanic. When I told him about the bike, he offered me a small garage bay they weren’t using.”
Cue circled the bike. “Where did you learn how to do this?”
She sighed, slightly embarrassed to admit it. Clearly, these guys knew about their rides from experience working on them.
“Mostly videos. It’s amazing what you can learn. Or in my case, mess up.”
Cue smirked. “There’s a lot out there. Some are great, and others steer you wrong.”
“Yeah, well I stopped watching this one guy’s after the second garage fire.”
Cue glanced up and cocked his brow. “Two fires?”
She flattened her lips, nodding.Not one of my finer moments. He continued to inspect the bike.
“Cue?” She raised her shoulders to her ears, smiling. “Have you ever seen worse?”
