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She nods. “But can you keep your shirt off for a little longer?”
I loudly chuckle as I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me. “You’re just a perverted old lady, you know that?” I jest.
She slaps my chest. “Enough with theoldbullshit, asshole.”
I chuckle as we walk back to the living room.
I’m glad I was able to make her feel more comfortable about herself. I know the results of her biopsy are playing on her mind, and if there’s anything I can do to make her feel better until the results come in, I will do exactly that.
For now, though, it’s time to eat some dinner.
Then, after, I’ll eat Ingrid for dessert.
***
The rest of my night with Ingrid was pretty chill.
I got to eat dessert, and so did she.
It was so fucking good.
The woman knows how to give damn good head. Fuck, the way her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I was like a teenager, my legs shaking, fighting from shooting my load too soon. Her mouth, I swear I have never come so hard in my life. Just the thought of it has me hardening again, and a shiver rushes up my spine.
It’s the release I’ve needed since she grabbed my cock in Revel Rose.
But all good nights must end.
Her energy was fading. So I cleaned up her kitchen and said good night. Plus, I know the guys at the clubhouse will be wondering where I am. For now, I’m not raising too much suspicion.
The thought has crossed my mind that Raid would simply track my cell if they were curious.
And that’s not a conversation I want to have.
At least no one has openly said anything to me about me being gone most nights.
As I pull my bike up into my space in the club parking lot, I let out a long exhale and kick out the stand. Turning off the engine, I glance up at the moon, taking in the warmth in the springtime air.
How did my life get this good?
Sure, there are hurdles to overcome—real big fucking hurdles—but right now, Ingrid and I are in a good place. Even if Nash is the only person who knows about us.
I walk inside, brothers and old ladies sitting about, mingling like normal for a Thursday night. Making my way to the bar, Grudge spots me, a smirk on his face as Jesse sits beside him. I move in next to Jesse and tap the bar. Storm smiles and starts pouring.
Jesse clears his throat. “You’ve been gone a few hours tonight again, South,” he states.
Shit.
I take the beer from Storm.
“Just taking the time to get to know the city,” I lie.
Jesse smirks, gently nudging my shoulder as Grudge laughs into his beer.
“You might be fooling the other guys, brother. But you’re not fooling Grudge and me,” Jesse says.
“What?”
Grudge spins on his stool. “You have a lady friend, don’t ya?”
