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Shit. Great, now I am hot and flustered.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, distracting myself by pulling open the refrigerator.
“I’ll take a beer.” His voice is closer than I expected it.
Handing him a beer. Picking up my mug, I sip some coffee.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours, time slipping away as neither of us say anything.
“I haven’t seen you since we got back from Miami.” It is not a question but a statement.
“I have been busy.” I walk across the kitchen, slipping into the room that I use to make my resin art.
“Shit, you made this?” His voice is full of awe and my ego swells.
“I did,” I say, stepping to him as he looks at a block of resin that has lights weaved through it, black flowers, and a motorcycle chain.
“That is a memorial piece for a lady who lost her husband. He was a big bike fanatic, loved Harleys. That chain is from the bike that he owned but could no longer ride due to illness.” My hand touches his and I tilt the item, flicking the switch so the lights come on, giving the full effect.
“Fuck me, Kady, this is fucking amazing.”
His gaze connects with mine and I feel this one look deep into my soul. Gone is the comedic Calder, the one who cracks jokes and in its place is a man who is feeling the story behind the piece that he is holding.
He knows what the man felt; Calder lives, breathes, and sleeps motorcycles. It is in his blood. I would have no doubt that the men of the club have oil running through their veins.
Needing to break the seriousness of the moment, because I am in no shape to do heavy emotions, I smile at him.
“Thanks. Come on, you can help me.”
He looks at me like he wants to say something but doesn’t, placing the light back down gently.
Giving me a grin that has my panties dampening, he says, “Oh, baby, I will help you with anything you want as long as it gets you riding my dick.”
“Fuck me,” I mutter, my body reacting hotly to his words.
“I can arrange that, Kitten, but first you need my help. Show me what you need.”
I blink at him, while he winks and walks over to the table where I have molds ready to be cleaned up.
“It is my cleaning day. So I have to clean all of my molds, make sure that my ink bottles are clean, and organize my items that I place in my resin.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
I show him what to do with the excess resin that has stuck to the molds, or from where I have overpoured, because that happens.
“So, how did you get into this, anyway?”
“I saw it online, and it fascinated me. I liked the challenge of making something out of nothing. My creativity didn’t happen overnight, but I am glad that I stuck with it. My small business is growing, and I make a good living off what I sell. I do a lot of custom work; my customers are from all over the world. With what I sell in custom, I could stop selling in my store, but I love interacting with people, I love seeing their faces when they find that one piece that means something to them.”
He looks at me with a weird smile on his face, but I can’t read him properly.
“You okay?”
He blinks. “Yeah, babe, I am good.”
We work well together, bantering and having fun. It is nice to see him not showing off, and bragging about himself up in front of the other members, but if I am being honest here, I like both sides to him. With Calder you know what you are getting, he hides nothing.
“Do you regret it?”
