There is a bang on the church door, and Camo grins, pressing down on his crotch before the person speaks.
“I fucking felt that, Reece. Stop talking about our sex life, or believe me, baby, you won’t have one,” Skyla shouts through the door.
She would never open it; being the VP’s Ol’ Lady, she respects the club’s ways and knows that the door is never to be opened unless it is an emergency.
“Aw, come on, baby, you love my tongue; I am not lying about that,” Camo calls back, grinning like a fool.
The men laugh at the antics between Camo and his woman.
I study him, liking seeing him smile more. For a while we thought that he would never take a mate, or claim Skyla, because he is just as stubborn as I am. But this fucker was meant to have a woman at his side.
“Anyway, back to Thorin and Delaney. Camo is a sure thing for a fucking when he leaves here, so let’s move on because none of us wants to hear him talking about his dick or tongue,” Pres announces. “You need to show her that you are all in, that you want this bond with her. I know that you are a possessive fuck, and you never know, Delaney might like that shit, be dark like you, but show her not tell her, brother.”
I nod, thinking over his words.
She is mine and yes, I am possessive over her. Even when I was being a cunt, I made sure that she was protected and taken care of. She was mine to look after, even if she did not see it.
Little does she know that I paid for all of the things she needed. Her car, her online classes, all me, not the club. I just could not give her my heart and soul after what she went through.
Now I know that she can handle a lot of shit, so maybe she can handle me and my darkness.
I raise my hand to rub my chest, an ache suddenly there.
A cold whisp sweeps into the room, and Rush jumps out of his fucking seat.
“Damn it, Izzy,” he shouts, making her giggle.
The men laugh; my lips twitch. I love this chick, even if she is a ghost. It will be a sad day when she passes over, but she needs to be with her family.
I get the feeling that when Oryn got to her before she died in the accident, her spirit attached to him, seeing something in him that she could help with.
“What do you need, Iz?” Oryn asks her.
I asked her to keep an eye on my girl while I dealt with church business.
“Thorin, Delaney is awake.”
“Thank you, beautiful,” I say, looking to Pres for permission to leave the room.
“Go,” is all he says, and I am out of my seat with my vampire speed, needing to get to my girl.
11
Delaney
Warmth and soft goodness surrounds me as I wake slowly. Sinking into the bedding more, I breathe in the earthy scent.
Thorin.
Why am I in Thorin’s bed?
The bar, working. Nolan looking worried, and I start to go weak. The two strange women and then Thorin.
I blink away the sleep, focusing on what is in front of me. I am lying on my right side, and against the red brick wall I can see a large gold mirror that rests on top of a dark wooden dresser.
Two skull-shaped candleholders sit on top of the dresser, their melted candles dripping wax down the sides. A pair of small heart-shaped mirrors hang on the wall, each crowned at the top with what appears to be rays bursting from it. This scene pulls a smile from my lips.
I used to love cleaning this room; the vibe suits both Thorin and me. That all stopped when his activities increased, and I told Winger that I would not step foot in here. So who cleans it for him now?
