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“Yeah, baby, I do,” I remark and take a step closer to her, unable to stop myself. “Now, tell me what changed.”
“Nothing changed,” she whispers, looks away, and sucks in a heavy breath. “I just gave into my own feelings and stopped fighting. Though I still think I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?” I cock my head slightly, taking her in completely.
“Because I just do.” Turning away completely, she continues, “You’re Lucky. The guy in the club who fucks any and every woman he can get his hands on. Now, you’re saying you want me and that’s all. That you have your head out of your ass. It’s too good to be true.” Chelsea turns back to me and drops her arms only to motion toward me with her hand moving up and down. “I mean what’s to say you won’t get tired of me and want something else. Without me you have variety. With me, you only have . . . well . . . me.”
“I don’t give a shit about variety,” I mutter, listening to her but still it annoys me that she would think this. Doesn’t matter I still have to show her and it’s going to take more than a week to do so.
“You say that, but what happens later on, say months from now, or even later . . . say I were pregnant or had a child and couldn’t give you what you need . . .”
At that I move to her, she takes a step back, butting against the wall. I pin her to it with my body and cup the side of her face in my hand. “Chelsea, I don’t need variety. I could give two shits about it.” I growl, getting in her face. “I get you pregnant, or you have my kid, great, fuckin’ fantastic, but still, I’m not gonna go looking elsewhere. I don’t need that shit, not when I’ve got you in my bed. So, what if you’re not filling it during certain times? I can go without, long as I know eventually I’ll get this sweet body of yours again. You also got a mouth so I can always talk you into using it.”
“Lucky,” she mutters, narrowing her eyes, “I’m being serious.”
“And so am I,” I inform her. “I’m not going to be with anyone other than you, Chels. I meant what I said about getting my head out of my ass.”
“Then why did you regret . . . what we did?”
“You can say it, baby, I married you. We did it spur of the moment. We drank more than we should, we went out and did the deed. Tied ourselves to each other. Don’t know why, but sometimes things happen for a reason. Just like you didn’t sign the papers. You hide the fact you didn’t and now here we are. Still tied to each other and that’s the way it’s staying.”
“You keep saying that.” Those four words are no more than a breath. “I still don’t even know hardly anything about you.”
“I know you don’t, but we’re gonna change that.” I nod. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Including about your family?”
“Yeah.” I don’t want to, but I will. “Now, tell me what changed in you the other day.”
“You were upset, I didn’t like it,” she blurts, closes her eyes, and presses her head against the wall behind her. Eyes meeting mine. “You talked to your brother and had to make a horrible decision about your mom. It doesn’t matter if you’re close or not, it’s never easy, and I know it affected you in some way.”
“Yeah, baby, it did,” I agree. “It’s fucked up that Luka and I had to make the decision. Sucks even more that she’s hurting the way she is. They’re taking her off life support tomorrow. And before you ask, no, I’m not going to the hospital, and I’m not going to the funeral. I cut ties with them, and that’s the way it’s gonna stay.”
I watch her swallow, and those eyes of hers flicker with pain. Pain she feels at what I’m dealing with even though I’m not. It’s just the way she is.
“I’m sorry, Lucky,” she whispers.
“Nothing to be sorry about, baby,” I mutter. “Now, finish telling me what changed.”
“I don’t know how to explain it.” She sighs. “I guess the best way to do it is by saying I stopped fighting myself and what I want.”
“And you want me? It’s why you never signed the papers.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
Those words are a sucker punch to my gut and at the same time makes my chest swell with pride knowing this. She wants me. Always has. And she’s been trying to make me regret my decision at the same time getting back at me the best way she can for hurting her with each bitch I took . . . fuck me. I don’t think there’s any way I’ll ever be able to make it up to her.
“From now on, Chelsea, you’ll always have me. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. We’re sticking this out. You’re my woman. I’m your man. The two of us are gonna get through and ride the wave together.”
I don’t wait for her to say another word because they’re not needed. Kissing her, I drop my hand at the side of her face to grip either side of her waist. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist. Turning, I carry her to the bed, lay her down, and keep kissing her. I intend to take my time with her in a way I’ve yet to do so. In a way, she’ll know I’m serious with what I feel for her. That I’ll do anything and everything to give her what she wants.
CHAPTER17
CHELSEA
Walking into the main room of the clubhouse, something feels off. I don’t know what it is, but all day I’ve had this sense of unease that I can’t shake. It’s been a couple days since Lucky and I had the heart to heart. He didn’t give me the words so much as used his body to show me that I mean everything to him, and I knew that’s what he was communicating. There was no denying it.
Lucky had to head out this morning with a few of his brothers to handle some club business, but before he left, he made me promise I wouldn’t leave the clubhouse. Not that I need to, it’s the weekend and I don’t have anything else to do. Well, I mean, it wouldn’t have hurt me to go to the mall or out for coffee, but that can all wait. The guys are all tense with everything happening, and I think they may be planning something.
