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Unfortunately, we didn’t get to rest for long. The buzzing of a phone woke us up again. Only this time, it was mine.
“Ugh,” I groaned when I saw several notifications pop up from my mom. Clicking on the first one, I opened my text conversation with her to read through her most recent messages. They all had the same theme—now that school was over, she expected me to visit more often. Family dinners, mother-daughter shopping outings, helping around their house. Basically, she wanted me to be at her beck and call.
My life had changed so much in the past couple of days. Being with Roman, I was happier than I’d ever been, and I didn’t want to give that up.
So I did something I never expected. I left my mom’s texts on read status without replying.
12
ROM
“I don’t think I can fit anymore in the Jeep,” Layla laughed as she studied her full trunk with her hands planted on her hips.
“We can come back for more if we need to.” I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her back against me. Although, it was unlikely since I intended to have all her shit moved to my place soon. “Let’s head back, gorgeous. I’m hungry.”
“We can stop at a drive-through.”
“They won’t have what I want,” I murmured with a wolfish smile before using her hair to pull her head back at the right angle for me to kiss her deeply.
“Oh,” she squeaked adorably when I released her lips. Her cheeks were bright red, but her pretty brown orbs kindled with desire.
Chuckling, I took her hand and led her over to the passenger seat of my SUV. The first time I walked her over to it in the bar parking lot for a date, she’d looked at it with shock. I’d laughed at her reaction, asking if she thought I only drove my motorcycle.
“I hadn’t really thought about it. I just like riding with you on your bike.” She’d blushed, and her eyes had turned molten, making me as hard as a rock. We never made it to dinner after I dragged her back upstairs.
When we decided to make the trip to her old apartment and pick up more of her stuff, she suggested we take her car. One of our prospects, Lee, had brought it back with some clothes and other necessities when he and Kansas were in their mutual hometown of Old Bridge, Tennessee, a few weeks ago.
After I’d laughed for a good minute or two, I looked down at myself, then at her MINI. “Don’t think I’ll fit, gorgeous.”
So we’d hopped into my Jeep and made the drive, and now that I’d convinced her to bring as much shit as possible, we headed home.
My eyes strayed to the leather vest she wore and satisfaction filled me like it always did when I saw her wearing my brand. Mac had come through, and I’d had the vest for Layla a couple of days after our discussion.
A part of me had wanted to plan something elaborate and fancy since wearing my cut was as good as wearing my wedding ring when it came to the club. But I decided against it because I would be proposing with a real ring as soon as she admitted she loved me.
That night, I’d stripped her bare, then pulled out the vest and had her put it on. I’d barely given her enough time to admire it in the mirror before I bent her over the bed and fucked her while staring at my brand on her back.
Shaking off the memory before I was too hard to drive, I opened her door. Before she could climb up, I turned her toward me and grabbed the sides of her vest, dragging her up against my body. “Have I told you how fucking hot you look wearing my property patch?”
Layla giggled, making me smile. “Not in the last couple of hours.”
“That’s ’cause I can’t think about it too often. It makes me too damn hard.”
She melted into me, and I lifted her onto her tiptoes to plant a quick, hard kiss on her lips. “Let’s go, gorgeous.” I slapped her ass as I shifted her around and helped her up into her seat.
The drive only took a couple of hours, but Layla quickly fell asleep. She’d been helping me at the bar over the past four weeks, but I’d made her stop when she started napping and seemed more tired than usual.
If she didn’t start getting her energy back soon, I was going to drag her to the doctor, even if I had to do it with her kicking and screaming the whole way.
There was a birthday party at the compound tonight, so I drove to the Silver Saints clubhouse instead despite my desire to take Layla home to bed. She’d been looking forward to it, so I figured we’d go for a little while, then I would make her go home and rest.
