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Placing everything on the table, I take a seat across from her and wait for her to load up her plate before I do the same. We eat in silence but the way she’s scarfing down her food sure soothes my ego.
She’s leaning back in her chair while rubbing her belly when she groans, “I never would have pegged you for a dude who would give me a food baby, but I sure do appreciate it.”
Laughter rips from me and I shake my head. The sudden image of her belly swollen with my kid hits and it doesn’t freak me out, not in the slightest. Another realization my gut instinct about her was right; she truly is my one and only.
A woman you instantly know fits you to a T and want to grow old with while living life to the fullest until the day comes where you have no other choice but to walk hand in hand to the grave. I give a curt shake of my head; these thoughts are too soon.
We’ve only had a few days together and for the kind of things I have in mind we need a solid foundation. Rushing through life leaves room for errors and moments slipping through your fingers. For damn sure I’m taking my time.
“I figured you could use a home-cooked meal. Everything go okay in church?” I question.
She releases a deep sigh and places her forearms on the table. “First time I had to kick someone out. And to think it’s one I shouldn’t have allowed to become a member in the first place but a sisterhood doesn’t consist of one opinion. We all grew up together with our fathers all members of the same MC. But today also showed we all shared the same mindset when it came to Jorie and she’s out. Sonnet walked me home so I could give her the spare key to Jorie’s room. She’s going to box everything up to get Jorie out as soon as possible, and if she doesn’t come back tomorrow we’re gonna move everything and leave the boxes in the tiny shed near the gate.”
I’m not liking the worry edged on her face and also don’t want to ruin the good vibe the both of us had before and during dinner, but I also can’t put this off.
“It’s for the best. And with the shit I found out today? I have a feeling she’s been here to be her father’s eyes and ears anyway. I’ve done some research and I hate to say it but those two who were expelled are my main suspects. Doesn’t matter if they have alibis either. The reason why they were out in bad standing is enough for me to rip into those fuckers background and current lives to see if they slipped up somewhere.”
“Jorie’s dad was out of state at the time. The police said he was in his hotel room when it happened. And the whole bullshit story the cops came up with? The one I only found out when you brought the police records, how it was an inside job and the shooter killed himself? It’s a load of crap. The other ex-member you’re talking about, Jacob, was in a bar at the time and there were several witnesses. And before you mention it? Jorie’s brother, Julius, was with his father.”
I reach for my laptop and wait for it to boot before I pull up the snapshot I took from a camera of a tollbooth which shows Cooper, Jorie’s father, was in this state on the day it happened.
“The police only contacted the hotel where Cooper rented a room, nothing more, nothing less. It was just to validate he rented a room and they didn’t even have a cop swing by to talk to the manager and make sure he was actually there. Cooper did have a room there so it all fit their open and shut case about it being an inside job and all. No one put in any effort. And when a club expels two members right before it’s wiped out you bet your fucking ass all eyes land on those two ex-members. Now I found a sliver of proof both Cooper and his son were here when it took place, and I’m pretty sure I can find more.”
Hudsyn is ready to spit nails, the anger on her face is palpable when she growls, “This case has been fucked by the cops from the damn start, hasn’t it?”
“As if no one wanted to solve it.” I nod in agreement. “Any chance you know why those two members were out in bad standing?”
She gives a slight shrug and spears a piece of feta cheese onto her fork. “My dad mentioned something about the books not adding up. Livestock being sold but not mentioned in the ledgers and there was a load of cash missing.”
“Mind if I dive into the books and see if I can find anything? Because this might be motive and we’re going to need every bit of proof and information we can find to build a solid case.”
I’ve been keeping Atticus–the son of Link and Savana, the people I grew up with–in the loop about my findings. Atticus is the VP while his father is still the president and they’re helping me work this case.
The fork leaves her mouth and she slowly chews, swallows and eventually says, “Tomorrow. I’m too pissed with everything that happened today and what you already shared. I really need a break and I appreciate the food and the help earlier today with Tikki.”
“I’m here for whatever you need, Syn. You can put me to work any time. Teaching someone how to ride, cleaning the stables, fixing fences, herding livestock, making you dinner, eating your pussy, whatever you like me to do, consider it done.”
“You in my bed for a night of sex would be a nice break,” she boldly replies.
Placing my fork and knife down I let her know, “Once I’m in your bed I’m staying there. No damn way am I moving back into the guestroom where I’ve been sleeping these past few days.”
We stare at each other until she finally huffs, “Fine.”
Step. Fucking. Two. Is in the bag. I’ve never put in effort to win a woman over but this beauty is more than worth it; she’s old lady material. Moving at her pace while allowing her to set the boundaries is working out, and she’s going to find out soon enough that I won’t ever walk away. Not while what we have feels so damn good.
I rise from my chair and grab my plate and hers. We work side by side to wash the dishes. No words are exchanged and when everything is handled and we move toward the living room, that’s when I’ve reached my limit of holding back.
Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to my front. I bury my head into the crook of her neck and feather my lips against her skin. She leans to the side to give me more room and I love the sigh of contentment flowing out of her body.
A growl ripples through my chest and in one fluid motion I have her in my arms and am carrying her into the bedroom. Putting her back on her feet, I start to peel away the clothes she’s wearing. We might have had sex within seconds of meeting each other, but it doesn’t mean I’ve seen her naked.
It was more in the lines of her pulling one leg out of her jeans while I lowered my zipper and palmed my cock. A handful of seconds were spent to talk technicalities; I was clean, she was too and on the pill. Bare fucking it was and fucking mind-blowing.
Yet now? There is an underlying urgency but we have a bed, all the time, and can enjoy one another in more ways than one. It’s for this reason I guide her down onto the mattress and let my fingers skim over her skin.
Her forearms are covered with tattoos and on her left thigh is a horse, a path of swirls in its wake leading up to her side. She still has stitches and I make a mental note to take them out as soon as I’ve had my way with her. Everything looks healed, even the two I put in there mere days ago. I’ll still check if they need to be in there longer but for now I’m going to focus on only one thing; her pleasure.
It’s why she’s naked and I’m still dressed. I drop to my knees and grab her legs to roughly throw them over my shoulders while I grip her hips and bring my mouth close to her pussy. A nicely trimmed, glistening pussy.
