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“She’s on a mission.” Slasher chuckles next to me as we both watch Zoe talking with Alana, holding my cut.
“She sure is.”
“You guys fucked yet?” he asks, and I snap my head toward him and hiss.
“How the fuck is it any of your business?”
Holding his hands up in a calming gesture, Slasher takes a step back. “Chill, man. I’m just trying to be a VP. Be an ear to chew off or a shoulder to lean on.”
My shoulders drop. “Shit. Sorry, man.” I shake my head. “Things are just so…” I glance back at Zoe as she sits down and rummages through a sewing kit Alana placed on the table. “Tense.”
“She talks to Alana a bit.” Slasher turns back to look at the two women in question. “Alana doesn’t tell me everything, but she shares her concerns for Zoe. When she was drunk a couple of nights ago, Alana mentioned that Zoe’s struggling to get her brain to let you touch her even when she craves it so much.” He turns back to me. “That must be tough.”
“You have no idea.” I practically whisper watching Zoe thread a needle with ease before she sits back in her seat and starts to stitch my patch in place.
“Hang in there, brother.” He claps me on the shoulder. “I’m sure she will find a way over time.”
I nod, pretty sure of that fact too.
I don’t even care that she’s not ready for me to touch her yet. I care that she cares that she can’t go that far. I can see how much she wants to. How much she aches for my hands to make her forget, but the trauma she’s been through isn’t something that just disappears overnight. She’s already come so far in a short space of time. I’ll wait an eternity if I have to. Just as long as she’s happy.
Fuck. If the me from six months ago could hear my thoughts now, he’d try to punch me, I’m sure. But fuck him. He was a coward, not willing to let anyone close enough, and why?
Fear of losing them?
Maybe, but I can’t live out the rest of my days having not really felt what love is like.
Do I fucking deserve that sort of love? Probably not. But if Zoe is willing to give it to me, then I’ll happily be a greedy fucker and take it in whatever form she can give it.
While the celebrations turn rowdy, Slasher and I sip on light fucking beer, not willing to risk intoxication in case we get any unwanted visitors. The men and Cunts clearly needed this sort of event to let loose, and after Zoe saunters over to me, handing me my cut with my patch stitched in place, Alana starts feeding her a couple of drinks too.
Taking a seat in the corner, we sit out of the way watching the antics stretch through the night, my eyes mainly on my princess as I see the strain fall from her shoulders and a hint of happiness light her mood.
Alana is good with her. Offering her a new drink for every two she has, but also making sure Zoe eats at the same time.
It’s clear the two girls have a strong connection, and I’m not even surprised when the Cunts clear the tables out of the way to make more room to dance, and Alana manages to get Zoe up to move to the music as well.
My eyes follow every place Alana touches my princess, and not once does she flinch from the contact. Not even when their dancing turns more sultry. None of the other Cunts get as close to Zoe, even when the Cunts huddle close and start fucking grinding on each other, tempting my club brothers with dark promises.
My eyes remain on Zoe though, the way she sways her hips, her hands in the air and her head tipped back like the temptress she is.
Hands slide over the curve of her hips then and I stiffen waiting for my princess to freak out. But she doesn’t. She keeps swaying and giggling to whatever Alana says as she steps around her and from behind, presses herself up close to Zoe’s back.
“Is it bad that I really want to watch this movie?” Slasher asks, eyeing his girl as she grinds up against my girl’s ass.
Chuckling, I take a swig of my beer as I study my princess feeling so comfortable dancing up close toanother woman. “It would be one hell of a movie.” I agree but then turn to look at my VP. “Not that I’d let you watch.”
Smirking, Slasher raises a brow. “What if Zoe doesn’t want you to watch either? Maybe she’s more into Alana than you.”
Fucker.
The beer I just swigged nearly bursts from my lips as I laugh at his words. “Nah man. I’m pretty sure Zoe isn’t a carpet muncher.”
Slasher scoffs. “Pretty sure isn’t sure, brother.”
My grin drops. He’s right. What if Zoe would rather have Alana?
Even as I think it, I know I’m being fucking ridiculous, the possessive asshole in me ready to beat my chest like a caveman to get her attention.
