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I turn just enough to see who’s talking to me and read his patch dubbing him Ranger. “Yes?”
“Before I head out, I want to ask you something,” he says, his tone soft but his eyes unreadable.
“What is it?”
“I’m the medic for the club, and we’ve got several ol’ ladies in the medical field who can help you with this, but we need to know, when was the last time you went to that clinic?”
Heat rises on my cheeks, and I lick my lips nervously. “I went two weeks ago. The results came in a week ago. They were negative. Hector hadn’t been around in three weeks. Well, since the other day, but he didn’t . . .” I lift my gaze to Cyprus’s, not wanting to finish what I was going to say. But I don’t have to.
Pure fury flares in Cyprus’s eyes, and I note the way he’s clenching his jaw shut.
With him knowing all of this, he now knows the truth. All of it, just not in detail. I can’t help wondering with how ugly my life has been, why he wants me.
CHAPTER18
CYPRUS
“Bride and I are going to make cookies while you two get situated,” Harlow announces, not even five minutes after we get to the clubhouse.
“Thanks, Low.” I nod and take Noelle’s hand in mine. I’d already carried the bags inside and put them in the room.
“Can we make chocolate chip with the chunky bits in it?” Bride asks, skipping alongside Harlow.
I grin at the question but don’t worry about finding out. I know Bride’s in good hands, and right now, I need some time alone with Noelle. After everyone left, I took her back to bed and held her in my arms until she’d finally fallen back to sleep. I kept her in my arms until the first light this morning. And only then, it was to pack some shit up for both Bride and Noelle. I made breakfast for them, and the smell of bacon drew my little sister downstairs and to the kitchen. By the time pancakes and eggs were done, Noelle finally emerged, looking unsure and nervous.
I did the only thing I could to reassure her of everything being good between us, I kissed her deep and longing with a promise for more.
During breakfast, I came up with something to tell Bride about the house getting some work done while we stayed at the clubhouse for a while. There’s no way I’m letting her know about the danger. I’ll protect her the best I can. Noelle went along with it and told her that she knew some things the two of them could do together, a movie marathon, including pizza and popcorn. I can just see it now, my bed being taken over by the two of them as they binge a series of movies.
It doesn’t matter to me, long as they’re both happy.
Now, here at the clubhouse, I guide Noelle down the hall to my room, ignoring the call of my name by one of the clubwhores. I don’t need them causing problems right now.
In my room, I set the bags down and wrap both arms around Noelle, turning her to face me. “How you doing, baby?”
“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully.
I don’t have a lot of time before having to head to church, but I want to make sure Noelle’s good and that she knows she’s safe here.
Walking her backward toward the bed, I lean in and press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then the other. Her lips part, and I take the opening for what it is, an invitation, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and holding her tighter to me as I seal my lips to hers—deepening the kiss further.
My cock throbs with the need to fuck her. How can I not want her after what we did last night. Soon as I can, I want to have another repeat, but it’ll have to wait until I have more time. I also gotta make sure of where Noelle’s head’s at.
On that thought, I release Noelle’s mouth and press my forehead to hers, breathing heavily. “Swear to fuck, baby, you go straight to my head. Every damn time.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Those words are barely audible for even my ears, and I’m standing right in front of her.
Turning us, I fall on my back, bringing Noelle with me. Reaching up, I push her hair out of her face and stare into those beautiful eyes of hers.
“What it means, Elle, is that every time you’re near me, I can’t help but put my hands on you. To kiss you. To hold you. To want to do so fuckin’ much more. My dick is pounding against my zipper wanting out,” I tell her, not leaving any doubt in her mind about what I mean. She needs to know just how much I want her.
“Oh.”
I grin, seeing the way her cheeks pinken as she blushes. I enjoy watching her like this . . . the fear completely evaporated from her features, and in its place, the soft, beautiful woman that she is shines through.
“Yeah.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, giving her a kiss before rolling off and pulling her to her side so we’re facing each other. I brush her hair from her face and hold her gaze. “I’ve got to get ready and head to church soon, but I need to have that talk with you.”
