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“Because I still manage the place and it’s probably a disaster right now because I haven’t been there for so long and you’re keeping me from going in.”
“I’m keeping you from going in?” I cock a brow and stare at her in question. “You weren’t complaining about me keeping you away from work when you were riding me so hard you couldn’t breathe this morning.”
My cock jerks at the mention of being inside that sweet pussy of hers. Especially this morning and the way I let her ride me. It was epic. So damn good, I could take her in the room right now and let her do it again. Hell, it’s very tempting. Though I don’t want her to think all I want is sex.
Chelsea blushes, twists her head, to look into the distance. “You’re trying to distract me from needing to go into the office and you’re doing it by having sex with me constantly.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I smirk unable to stop myself.
Setting the torque wrench down, I move to her. “Chels, you’ve got to understand something here. . .”
“And what’s that?”
“You mean something to the club. More than that, you’re mine. My woman. My ol’ lady. My wife.”
“One you didn’t want in the first place.”
Anger starts to boil through my veins at her again throwing this in my face. Moving fully into her space, I pull her up off the ground, grip her chin between my forefinger and thumb, wrap my arm around her waist, and yank her flush against my front. “That’s the last time you’re gonna throw that in my face. You keep bringing up shit and holding a grudge about it, it’s bullshit. I’ve told you I fucked up. I admitted it. I told you what I wanted and that I pulled my head out of my ass like I should have way earlier. I never should have hurt you the way I did, but I can’t fix the past. I can’t go back and right the wrongs I made where you’re concerned. You need to let us move forward.”
“You think it’s that easy?” she whispers. “That it’s easy to just let go of everything that’s happened since I woke up to you telling me that you regretted what we did? That you wanted an annulment? You think I can just get over the way you’ve fucked every damn skank who was willing to spread for you? Think again, Lucky.” Wrenching herself from my arms, she takes off running. To where, I don’t fucking know, but her words sink into my gut like a blade would.
I hurt Chelsea deep and I’m trying to show her that I want no one but her. I get I’m going to have to earn her trust and that alone won’t be easy. She’s got shields up higher than I ever expected. I thought by what I’ve been doing this week distracting her, letting her get to know me it would help, but seems I’m going to have to put a whole lot more effort into getting her to forgive me.
“Fuck.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket before I can head after her. I pull it out to find it’s Luka calling. I’ve been putting him off since getting back, and he’s been bugging me to meet his new sister-in-law.
Swiping my finger across the screen, I lift the phone to my ear. “You know you have shit timing.”
“Let me guess, you were getting busy with the woman I’ve yet to meet?” Luka chuckles.
“No, fucker, and if I were doing that, I wouldn’t have fuckin’ answered the damn phone.” I clench my cell tighter in my hands, growling. “Now, what the fuck do you want?”
“I was just letting you know I was in the area and I’m swinging by before I head back home.”
He was in the area? Bullshit, he was done waiting around to officially meet Chelsea.
“Where are you now?” I ask, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. Not when I need to find Chelsea and smooth things over with her. She’s my woman. My woman I fucked up with, and I’ve got to make things right.
“I’m leaving the court building as we speak.”
“Right, I’ll meet you at the house,” I tell him.
“I could just come to the clubhouse.”
“Luka, you don’t need to come here. Not when elections are coming up and you probably have people following your every move.”
Considering everything he’s worked at to get this far and has done for the state, he doesn’t need anything to tarnish him being re-elected. He can just meet me at my house. One I haven’t stayed at in a while. Not since Blow went after Storm, and the shitshow started. I could have easily been staying there, but I wanted to be close to Chelsea, though I didn’t admit that to myself. Not then.
“Fine. I’ll meet you at the house.”
“Good. Be there in twenty.”
I hang up, not waiting for him to respond, shove my phone back in my pocket, and head in search of my woman. Maybe taking her to the house, showing her a part of me no one else knows besides my brothers, it’ll help. No other woman has been to my house, not even Rain. I like to keep my privacy, though that doesn’t mean my brothers haven’t been to the house or spent time there watching a game and bullshitting.
Fuck, the house sits on several acres of land. There’s enough land that several of us go out there during hunting season to kill a deer or two.
The house itself is two stories, looks like an old farm house, but it’s been remodeled. I did all the work myself alongside Blow, Nines, and a few others. I take pride in the place. It’s why I don’t let just anyone there. But Chelsea though, she deserves to go to the house. To see where we’ll eventually move into. That is after I get her to trust me and know I’m not dicking around.
