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My mouth fell open, but she kept going, her words coming out faster and faster, like she was trying to get it out all at once.
“I shouldn’t. It’s not safe, and being with you nearly got Tyson killed. But everyone keeps saying I need to make connections and start living. And you promised you’d have my back, and I trusted you. I’m mad at you for what happened, but at least you were honest. Tyson’s right, if I don’t start trusting other people, then I’m making things worse, because if I lose him, I’ll be all alone and it’ll break me worse than when my family kicked me out, and the pastor tried to coerce me so I didn’t even have the church and–”
Trying to pull out everything she was saying was making my head spin. I put my hands up, trying to get her to chill out.
“Hold on, hold on. Ease up on me, honey. I’m only a week sober. What are you saying?”
She bit her lip, frowning at the ground. “I’m… I’m saying that people make mistakes. And Tyson trusts you didn’t mean for it to happen, and I trust his judgment. So… If you still want to spend time together–”
Exhilaration hit me smack in the chest, knocking me speechless for a minute. I wanted to rush her, pull her into my arms, and kiss her stupid, but I could still see the wariness in her face. I edged closer, forcing her chin up, so that she looked me in the eye.
“Are you doin’ this because Tyson told you to? Because I don’t need a pity fuck and–”
Her fire came back, and she glared at me, crossing her arms definitely. “No, you jerk! Tyson said I need to think about it and decide for myself, and I liked you and no one gave me the benefit of the doubt when shit went sideways in my life, so I thought I’d offer you the courtesy I never got. I’m seriously regretting it now–”
Yeah, fuck waiting around. I grabbed her, yanking her into my arms, and slammed my lips against hers. She made a startled noise, but she sank into it all the same, her arms looping around my neck as I gathered her closer. No one else gave me the benefit of the doubt. That I had good intentions when I went into that diner. I heard the grumbles. I knew what they were thinking. They thought I was going traitor and the only reason I pussied out was because someone got hurt. No one was gonna believe me that I was never gonna take the deal. No one but Sam.
What started off as rough and a little desperate melted into something significantly hotter. I walked her backwards, pressing her up against the side of the clubhouse. I remembered every curve of her from the other night, and I wanted more. She was better than any drug, especially wearing my clothes. It turned me the fuck on, and when I hauled her off her feet so that I could grind my erection against her sweet pussy, the thin material of my sweats didn’t do shit to hide the feel of her ass in my hands.
“Clink, it’s broad daylight, man! No one wants to see all that!” someone shouted.
When I moved to lean away from her, to give whoever was interrupting us a piece of my mind, Sam’s arms tightened against my neck and she sucked on my tongue. A groan ripped out of me and I could barely summon the brain function to lift my middle finger in the speaker’s direction before giving my full attention back to her. The fact that we weren’t being discreet only made it hotter, and I slipped one hand under Sam’s shirt, palming her tit without a fucking care.
“Clink! Get your ass in here!” Croy barked.
Fuck. That was an order I couldn’t ignore, especially not after the shit that happened this morning. Regretfully, I pulled away from Sam, feeling the loss when she released me and settled on her feet again. She looked fucking delicious with her lips all swollen and her eyes half lidded and dazed the fuck out. I rested my forehead against hers, seriously considering ignoring Croy in favor of spending more time with Sam.
“I gotta work,” I murmured, even though I hadn’t fully stepped away from her yet. I couldn’t. I needed more like I needed a hit. She didn’t seem any more eager to let me walk away, her hands fisting my cut, keeping me close.
“We weren’t done talking.”
I smirked. “We weren’t doin’ much talking, honey.” Not that I was complaining. Talking shit out wasn’t something I was yearning for. I liked how we handled it just fine.
She rolled her eyes, finally looking a little less lust drunk, which was annoying. “We still have to talk. You kind of glossed over me and Tyson having to stay here.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’ll talk to you about it when I get back. It’s not all bad, I promise. Especially since you’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“Someone’s presumptuous,” she replied with a smirk. God damn, she couldn’t be more perfect. I pulled her closer, nipping at her lip.
“Honey, I haven’t even gotten started with you. I’m gonna make you scream so loud, the whole MC will hear you.
Maybe it was wishful thinking that I saw her pupils blow out at the thought. Sam didn’t strike me as the type to be into kink, but then again, she didn’t strike me as an electrician either. She was too hot for that.
“Dammit, Clink!”
I smirked. “Gotta go, or I’m gonna get my ass handed to me. Stay inside. I’m tryin’ to keep you safe, and you wandering around is gonna cause trouble for me.”
She put the back of her hand on her forehead, doing a fake swoon. “My hero. Go, before that terrifying man murders you. I’m going to check on Tyson.”
I followed her inside, swatting her ass as she walked away. She flipped me off, but she had a smile on her face as she walked back upstairs. Letting out a breath, I smiled to myself. Damn, she was perfect.
When I walked into Croy’s office, the rest of the officers were already there. I closed the door behind me, my eyebrows drawing together at the dark looks on their faces.
“What’s going on?”
Croy pointed to the chair in front of him, a deep scowl on his face. I sat, apprehensive, my stomach twisting in knots.
“I swear, Croy, I was never gonna take the deal. I–”
