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Drifting off to sleep, I can’t help but finally feel at peace. For the first time in my entire life, I feel taken care of in a way I didn’t think was possible. It feels possible now. To have a man give a shit about me. To have a man who is wild and a little bit over the top. Who wants everything about me—my good, my bad, and my ugly.
Austin was a great partner. He would be a great husband, too. And I could have stayed with him and been his wife on the ranch, but Austin would not love the ugly parts of me. Sure, he knew about them, he hated my family for me, but he would have never accepted that I come from them. That that is who I am.
That’s where I came from.
I am Shawn Cotton of the Cottons, the ones who do drugs, make drugs, sell drugs, steal shit, break the law, and whatever else kind of scams they have running. It’s been generational. It’s not something I could ever have pretended didn’t exist.
That is where I come from.
Austin wanted to pretend.
He wanted to play perfect.
I’m not perfect. I don’t come from perfect. I never have, and I never will. There will always be some Cotton inside of me that will shine through. Maybe this club, these people, are where I’ve always been meant to be.
They would never, not in a million years, judge the woman I am or where I’ve come from.
“You’ve been thinking very hard,” Elvis murmurs against my shoulder.
I could tell him the truth, but I’m not ready to be that open with him yet. I’ve shared my body, possibly my womb, with him. I’ve shared my life and my business, but talking about being a Cotton, talking about who I am and what I come from, it’s too much.
Turning in his arms, I look into his eyes. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Should we get some real food?”
“Cupcakes?” he asks.
I almost burst out laughing, but I decide against it. Lifting my arms between us, I cup his cheeks. “I do like cupcakes, but maybe we need some protein?” I offer.
He leans forward and touches his lips to mine before he nips the bottom one and shifts backward slightly. His gaze searches my own for a moment, then his lips curve up into a small smile before he speaks again.
“I got some protein for you right here, sweetness.”
Throwing my head back slightly, I let out a burst of laughter. It comes from deep within my belly. I can’t hold it back at all. Elvis wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest as he rolls me onto my back.
He’s above me, his nose sliding along mine, and then his lips brush my own. He places his hands on the mattress at either side of my head and pushes up, straightening his arms before he rolls off me and practically jumps to his feet.
Turning to the side, I watch him for a moment before he turns and walks out of the room. I assume he’s heading into the kitchen to find the clothes he discarded earlier today.
My entire body is sore, every inch of me. Although, the way his mouth felt against my pussy, it was almost like a soothing balm. And honestly, I’m ready for that again any time he feels like offering it to me.
Moving around my own room, I open my middle drawer and tug out a pair of leggings, socks, and a crop top. Normally, this wouldn’t be my go-to outfit, but my entire body is sore as hell, and I’m starving.
I throw my hair up in a messy bun and slip on my sneakers before making my way into the living room, where I find him. Elvis. He’s standing in my little kitchen looking sexy as shit, his phone held up to his ear as he murmurs something that I can’t quite make out.
He turns his head to look over his shoulder at me as if he senses my presence. I watch as he gives me a smirk, then jerks his chin as he finishes up his conversation.
“Yeah, I’ll handle that shit in the morning.”
He ends the call, and I watch him for a moment, taking in his masculine hotness, then something pops into my head.
“Why were you at the farmers’ market today?” I ask.
Silence.
He shifts his attention to his feet, then lifts it slowly to meet my own. “Knew it was your debut,” he says.
Shaking my head slowly, I press my lips together as my eyes narrow on him. Without me even having to ask, he tells me the truth. “Poison said she saw you downtown with him, loading up his truck. She was trying to piss me off so I’d dump you.”
His words are factual. Truthful. And I’ve never wanted to get in a fight with a woman in all of my life… well, again, that is.
