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“And what about the Knights? Are they still after you?” They were the reason he’d left in the first place and destroyed my life. They should suffer like we had.
“I don’t know, baby.” He cuddled me close, like we were back together. We weren’t, but I didn’t mind being in his muscly, protective arms. In fact, there was no place I wanted to be except for under him. “But I won’t let them hurt us.”
“So you’ll be in my bed every night?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll stay cool when I’m around Vegas, pretending to be his fiancée?”
He growled low in his throat.
“I’m faking, remember?”
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“Okay.” I kissed his scruffy neck. “Now, help me change the sheets so I can get a few hours of sleep before my little man wakes up.”
“Sure. Will you at least tell me his name?” He helped me up.
“Not yet.”
“Fuck, Ella. I don’t appreciate you torturing me like this.”
“I know the feeling, but you’ll live, like I did.” And with that, I went to the linen closet in the hallway and got fresh sheets.
It was one thing for Rocky and me to be working through our past pain and betrayals, but it was an entirely different thing to bring Rockson into the mix. If Rocky flew off the handle or forgot us because of his tumor, my son would suffer right along with me.
I needed to be sure Rocky was stable and back for good. I wanted him to be president of Hell’s Bells so he could deal with Vegas and get revenge on the Knight’s Legion MC. There was a lot of uncertainty and moving pieces, and it was better to keep Rockson as far from it all as possible. My son was my priority, and Rocky would have to be patient.
30
Ella
The last couple of nights with Rocky had been incredible. Sex had been the main focus, and after he’d given me half a dozen orgasms, I’d kick him out of my bed and send him on his way, with the sexiest scowl on his stupidly handsome face.
It hadn’t been easy to throw him out when I wanted nothing more than to cling to him night and day and never let him out of my sight again. I was growing more and more attached to him, and I hated it.
Even though my heart was locked away, Rocky was breaking through my protective iron gates. I needed to hold strong and not fall madly, desperately in love with him for a second time.
Stop lying to yourself, Ella. You already have.
No!
I eyed my bedroom door. Rocky had gone to the bathroom and seemed to be taking a long time.
What if he wasn’t okay? What if he’d had another seizure? He could’ve hit his head on the counter. He could be bleeding out. He could die on my bathroom floor!
I launched my naked self out of bed, ran to the door, and flung it open.
“Everything okay?” His arms were full of…stuff.
“Oh. Um… I’m fine.” I backed away from him and went to put on the oversized shirt I’d been wearing when he’d crept into my bedroom.
“You look scared and worried. Did something happen while I was taking a piss?” He set a bottle of whiskey on the nightstand, a pie—presumably apple—and held out a bouquet of the red pasqueflowers I loved.
“What is all this?” I kept my hands at my sides.
“A snack and flowers.” He moved closer to me. The sincerity and love in his eyes made me step back. “Take the flowers, baby. I picked them for you earlier.”
