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“Fucking bitch with her sticky cocktails. Would you look at the freaking wall? Great. Just great. I hate sticky. I hate sweetness. I don’t like long fake nails, fake boobs, red heels, short skirts, heavy makeup, but I absolutely hate sticky. It’s why I won’t have any kids. Never. I’ll adopt teenagers or something, as long as they’ve passed the sticky stage. For real. Ugh. Or I need to find me a sexy single dad with three older kids. Yeah, that would work,” Cassia rambles while she rinses the cloth and starts to clean the wall while Ramona is swiping up the glass.
“Funny,” Medley muses.
“What?” I question and glance over my shoulder to see Ezra and Tikki stroll into the clubhouse.
“Jorie. Storming out while her room is back here. She leaves without anything. And where’s she gonna go? Didn’t she say her brother only came to ask for money and she refused him the night you guys fought? He doesn’t live around here, he lives with his father, right?”
“She said something about going on a date,” Ramona says and places the dustpan back underneath the bar. “We all know she has an older guy as a fuckbuddy and screws everyone in town she feels like so I’m guessing she has beds to pick from.”
“Whatever, not our concern,” I grumble. “Ten minutes. Church. She’s out and can come back once to collect all her things before she’s banned from the property indefinitely.”
All heads bob in agreement and Ezra is glancing at me with a curious look on his face but his lips stay sealed. I have to admit, I like that about him. The time he’s been here and witnessed stuff where I have to jump in as a Prez, he never once interfered. For some reason I expect a biker like him to step up and take charge but other than coming to stand beside me, he simply leaves me to it.
Though, it doesn’t stop him from hitting me with a barrage of questions as soon as we’re alone. But I guess that’s also something I like about him; personal time is about us to go head-to-head behind four walls instead of letting it out in front of others.
Shit. Why am I discussing what I like about him inside my head while I have church in less than five minutes? I grab my beer and down the rest in one go.
CHAPTER FOUR
– EZRA –
I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall when I hear the front door fall shut. A few hours ago, Hudsyn was still in church. Some kind of meeting due to this Jorie, the sister of the fucker who hurt my woman. I’m sure there was some other stuff to discuss since it took her this long to return home.
Meanwhile I’ve done some research on my laptop I have to talk through with Hudsyn. When I was done with work, I went out and did some grocery shopping. I figured with the sandwiches she’s been making these past few days she could use a change. Link and Savana, the family who took me in when I was sixteen, are warm and loving. Savana taught me my way around the kitchen while her husband became my Prez and allowed me to learn valuable life lessons.
But right now, I’m taking advantage of the way Savana taught me to put food on the table. I’ve made roasted corn on the cob, homemade mac and cheese, and my famous ribs. I say famous because I’ve made them for every clubhouse where I’ve crashed over the years and they always want me to make them whenever I was in town. So, yeah, they taste damn good.
And on top of all of this I’ve made a Greek salad with feta cheese, tomatoes, and a load of other shit. I made all of this to make sure she has something to eat because I have no clue if she even eats meat. All she ever eats is bread and cheese, peanut butter and jelly shit.
From the corner of my eye, I watch how she takes off her leather cut and hangs it on the hanger to place it on the hook in the living room. It’s as normal as taking off her Stetson as soon as she walks in the door.
But it’s also a switch for me. She might be president twenty-four seven, but as soon as she takes off the cut when she stalks into her house, I’m the one who gets to order her around. She’s not my president but it doesn’t mean I won’t respect her when we’re facing other people. There’s a difference in my opinion when dealing with a male or female prez.
I’m betting loads of guys give her shit but I’ll never cross that line, haven’t with any prez I’ve encountered over the years and for sure as shit will stand by my woman no matter what. But like I said, once that cut comes off, or the moment we’re alone; she’s fully mine.
It’s why I wipe my hands on a cloth and stalk right up to her, wrap an arm around her waist to pull her against my body and cup the back of her head to give her no other option than for me to claim her mouth.
Caught by surprise, her lips part, allowing me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. Her hands are fisting my leather cut, pulling me close while she tries to dominate my mouth. Fat chance; it’s a battle I’ll always face head on and at all times will result in liquid fire coursing through my veins. And by the sound of her groans of pleasure I’d say the feeling is mutual.
“Wow. I’d take a welcome home like that any time of day. Hell, I’ll enter and reenter multiple times a day for sure. Hawt. Like smoking thong on fire, hawt,” a female voice states. “Hmmmhmmm, damn fine. What’s your thoughts on sharing, handsome? Or is Hudsyn keeping you all to herself?”
Hudsyn freezes in my arms. It’s ego stroking to know the both of us forgot our surroundings the second our lips merged. I slow the kiss down to a lazy one before pulling back to see who else is in the room with us. A perky red head is looking at us.
Well, maybe just at me and I’m not liking the lust swirling in her eyes and it’s for this reason I glance back at Hudsyn and simply say, “I made us dinner, it’s almost ready so I’ll leave you to finish up your business.”
I turn and stalk back into the kitchen, catching the woman’s words when she mutters, “I repeat, wow. Ignoring me and my questions, talk about loyal male manhunk. He tilts the hotness scale that one, Hudsyn. I’d say he fits the old man status for a prez perfectly.” She raises her voice, “I’m Sonnet by the way.”
I wave my hand in the air without turning to let her know I caught her name and couldn’t care less. There’s some shuffling and murmurs before I hear the front door open and slam shut.
A moment later Hudsyn strolls into the kitchen. “Something smells incredibly delicious.”
“I know I do, now give me your mouth again and I’ll give you a taste.” I give her a smirk the moment my words settle, making her eyes roll when they do. “Sit and I’ll serve. We have ribs, corn, a salad, and mac and cheese. I made a bit of everything because I didn’t know what you liked.”
She steps closer and surprises me when she murmurs, “You. I’m starting to like you.”
I grab her around the waist and plaster her against my body to feather my lips against hers and murmur, “I always knew you were a smart woman.”
She pats my chest and maneuvers herself out of my grip to go trolling around the kitchen to check out the food. The way she quickly plants her ass in a chair, I’d say she more than approves of the food that’s about to settle in her belly.
