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And we had. Except, I started a new dance. I started a dance that had worn her down and finally almost pushed her away from me for good.
I was a lucky son of a bitch to be granted the chance she was giving me again.
I tenderly brushed my lips over hers. “I’m never closing my eyes to you again, baby girl.”
12
Sam
Amelia, one of the club girls, handed me a cup of coffee as I walked into the kitchen. I nodded once at her in thanks before disappearing out of the room again. I was sure she was looking for something a bit more than that from me, but I was done with all the random hookups.
I had the one woman I wanted, and I was done playing fucking games with her. I’d made her a promise, and I wasn’t breaking it. She deserved everything good from me, and I wouldn’t give her anything less than that.
My old lady proudly wore my name on her back, and if I had my way, I’d have her knocked up as soon as I could get her to a doctor to find out why her menstrual cycles were so spotty. I wanted to make her mine and tie her down to me any way that I possibly could. It might have been a bit barbaric of me, but now that I had her, there wasn’t a chance in fucking hell that I was letting her go again.
I wouldn’t fuck this up for a third time.
I stepped outside, squinting against the bright light. The clubhouse had mostly still been shrouded in darkness since it was early in the morning—wasn’t even eight yet. The bright light outside was a bit fucking much.
I slid my shades down from the top of my head and strode over to where River was sitting on a picnic table, his booted feet planted on the seat as he watched Adelaide and—
Was that fucking Reina?
My girl was bent over at the waist, a one-piece swimsuit on that left her entire back exposed. A tiny ass pair of jean shorts rode low on her hips, revealing the curves of her plump ass cheeks. Her hair was up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and she was washing my fucking bike.
Women didn’t touch a man’s bike unless she was an old lady or explicitly given permission to. And the fact that Reina was out here washing my bike with her entire back on display for every fucker to see . . . well, that fucking meant something coming from her. It meant she accepted me as her old man. She accepted my ownership of her.
I reached down and adjusted my dick. Jesus Christ, my woman was aiming to fucking kill me.
“How many men we got standing guard?” I asked, my eyes still not leaving Reina. I raised my mug of coffee to my lips and instantly spit it out, pouring the rest of it on the ground. River snickered.
I just glared at him and repeated my question. If there weren’t enough men surrounding this property, I was throwing Reina over my shoulder and carting her sexy ass back inside the building and then punishing her for putting herself in danger.
She was too fucking precious.
“All of Alejandro’s men are at different points around the property,” River informed me. “Got two teams out on the road, too.” He gestured to the bikes. “Adelaide was tired of being cooped up, and I had enough of her bitching about it.”
I snorted. That was definitely like Adelaide. She’d bitch about anything until she got her way.
“Kids?” I asked him.
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, his eyes not leaving Adelaide. “Being babysat by one of the club girls. Adelaide needed a fucking break.”
Couldn’t blame her. I loved those kids, but even I knew they could be a damn handful. River was normally around to help her with them, but with everything going on lately, he hadn’t been able to. Club business had been calling more and more.
Reina laughed at something Adelaide said as she was passed a beer. I licked my lips at the sight of her wrapping those fuckable lips around that bottle. I imagined them wrapped around my dick and audibly groaned.
I needed inside that hot, wet mouth.
“If she isn’t careful, I’m going to bend her over my fucking bike,” I muttered.
River snorted. “How the fuck do you think I’ve been faring for the last goddamn hour, brother? Adelaide is taking detailing to a whole other level. Shit’s a fucking tease, is what it is. Both of them know damn well what they’re doing to us.”
Right as he said that, Reina looked over her shoulder at me, a coy smile pulling at her wet lips. I groaned, and just to purposely tease me further, she bent over again, her tits practically spilling out the top of her swimsuit.
“Fucking hell,” I swore. I was so fucking hard it hurt. My heart was racing in my chest. If she didn’t stop her teasing, I was going to fuck her out in the open like a caveman.
One of the club girls brought me out a beer. I didn’t even take my eyes off Reina to see who it was, but I smirked at the jealousy I could see flicker through her pretty eyes. I might have made it known to her that I was all hers, but that didn’t mean that my old lady wasn’t possessive of me. And another woman bringing her old man a beer? For some old ladies, that was cause for war.
