Page 37 of War

Not going to lie… I was pretty impressed. I don’t think he cooks often, if ever, so the fact he went to the effort was really sweet. He even did the fucking dishes. We went out for ice cream after dinner, and then he stayed the night.

When I woke up in the morning, he had gone back to the clubhouse, leaving me a cute note saying he would see me tonight, but I guess the plans changed. What was really cute, though, was that he’d stocked my refrigerator with my favorite pineapple juice. I never mentioned them to him. He just noticed I liked them and bought them for me, along with some chocolate and strawberries.

Who knew a biker could be so thoughtful?

I’m pulling into my driveway when I notice Lore and Angel standing against their truck, waiting for me.

“What are you both doing here?” I ask, flashing them a smile.

“War wanted us to set up the same security here as at the bakery,” Lore explains, nodding to Angel. “So, he’s going to do that. I’m just here to provide some good company. And Prez wants us to bring you back to the clubhouse to stay the night.”

My eyebrows rise. “Oh, he does, does he?”

“Yes, since War is away, he doesn’t want you alone here,” he explains, winking at me. “Now, don’t get me in trouble by fighting it.”

Laughing, I unlock my door and let them inside. Lore looks around the place, then plops himself unceremoniously on the couch.

“You want something to drink?” I ask them both.

Angel shakes his head. “I’m going to look around the property and get to work.”

“I’ll have something, darlin’. You got any beer?” he asks, turning on the television and making himself at home.

I grab a beer and a juice for myself and hand it to him. Taking the spot next to him, I notice his eyes on me.

“What?”

“No wonder War can’t get enough of your pussy.”

I choke on my mouthful. “What?”

He nods to my juice. “Women drink that so their pussy cream tastes sweeter.”

Okay.I’m not going to think about how my mother always had it in the refrigerator growing up, which is why it’s a comfort drink for me.

“Huh,” I murmur, looking over him. “Trust you to know that.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, arching a dark brow. His violet eyes are dancing with amusement, which seems to be his default setting.

“You’re the club manwhore,” I state, and now it’s his turn to almost choke.

“I’ve been watching you. You’re too charming for your own good, and you’re always with different women,” I say, shrugging. “And I know you are all on your best behavior, so I probably don’t even know the extent of that.”

He grins, flashing his straight white teeth. “You’ve been watching me, have you, Ora? Trying to get me killed by the VP and the prez now?”

“I’d be worth it,” I tease, and he chuckles, pulling me against him.

“Of that, I have no doubt. But you’re right, I don’t think one pussy could ever lock me down. I like a little variety in my life.” He waggles his eyebrows and then pulls out his phone. “Come here. I’m going to send War a photo.”

He takes a few snaps and kisses my cheek in the last one. “Now you’re trying to get us both in the shit.”

“Gotta keep him on his toes.” He grins, throwing his head back and laughing when his phone starts to ring. “Yeah, what can I do for you, War?”

I can hear him yelling from here. “What the fuckare you doing at Ora’s house? If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, Lore, I’m going to cut off your dick and feed it to you.”

“I’m here with Angel. He’s setting up her cameras, remember?” His eyes flicker to me, and his lip twitches.

“Put her on the phone.”

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