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Chapter Nineteen
Frost
“Can we do that again?”
“We just did,” I panted.
“I mean again again.” Indiana lifted her head from my chest and smiled. “That thing you did with your thumb?” She winked. “Two very enthusiastic thumbs up.”
“You’re crazy, darlin’.” I steadied my breathing and pressed my hand on her bare back.
She laid her head back down and sighed. “I think I’ll fit in just fine around here, then.”
That was the damn truth.
“I was talking to Royal when you were in church,” she whispered.
“Yeah? She okay?” Marco had told us everything the Meeks had planned before they struck a deal with the Banachis. Pure evil lived in Destin, and Royal had been damn lucky to get out when she did.
She ran her fingers over my chest. “Yeah.”
“Just letting me know you talked to her, or is there something else?”
Her hand stopped. “She said Grit is doing better, and I made the comment that I wish he would have been a better guy before.” She tipped her back and looked at me. “But then I never would have met you because if Grit would have known how to actually treat me decent, I never would have moved to Rockton and worked at the club.”
I nodded. “Yeah, you’re right, darlin’.”
“So I really went through some shit, but I had to go through that to get to you. I wouldn’t be right here if it hadn’t been for Grit.” She reached up and placed a finger on my lips. “In a weird way, I sort of owe Grit for fucking up so bad that he chased me clear across the country and right to you.”
“This life right now is your reward, darlin’. You don’t deserve anything but the best from this day forward.” I brushed her hair back from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “But there ain’t no way in hell I will ever say I owe Grit. Fuck that asshole.”
“There’s my badass biker,” she laughed. “For about two seconds, I was thankful for Grit being an ass, and then, I got over it.”
Thank fucking God. I knew Royal was one of those hippy chicks who could see the good in everything, but sometimes, there wasn’t any good in people.
Rider Meeks was a good fucking example of that.
Willing to sell his kid and baby mama for a few thousand dollars? Fuck that asshole, too.
“So, is she sticking around?” I asked.
Indiana nodded. “I think so. She said Grit and I are all she has besides her baby. I think she needs to be here, and I hope she can become part of the family I found here.”
“You think Royal is gonna wanna hang out with a bunch of bikers? Raise her baby?”
The life I lived with the rest of the Knights wasn’t for the faint of the heart. We lived hard and rode the line between good and evil. Every now and then, we crossed that line, but we always ended on the right side.
“I think this club is exactly what she needs. At the end of the day, you guys are a family. You have each other’s back, no matter what.”
“We ride the line, darlin’. Live hard, love even harder.”
Her hand caressed my cheek. “And that is what I love about you, Frost. This club is your life and family. Nothing comes between that.”
“And now, you’re a part of that.” I closed the space between our mouths. The plush softness of her lips melded into my hard and unyielding ones.
“I think I wanna ride that line with you forever, Frost,” she whispered against my lips.
