Iknew.
I felt it in the way he touched me.
Like he wasclaimingme all over again.
Like he was making sure I was still here.
Like he was making a promise.
A promise that this—us—was forever.
And as his lips found mine again, slow and deep, I knew without a doubt—
I wasn’t justhis.
He wasmine.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
THE SMELL OFcoffee and bacon pulled me from sleep,but it was the solid heat of Spinner’s body against mine that kept me from moving.
I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the blinds, my body aching in ways that had nothing to do with pain.
Aching in ways that reminded me of last night.
Of him. Of us.
Spinner’s arm was draped over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. His grip was still possessive, even in sleep. Like if he let go, I’d disappear again.
I sighed softly, rolling onto my side, brushing my fingers across his jawline.
“Watchin’ me sleep again, Luck?” His voice was rough, gravelly from sleep.
I smirked. “What if I am?”
One eye cracked open, lips twitching. “Then you could at least have the courtesy to wake me up properly with that wicked tongue.”
I traced a slow line down his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. “If that’s what you want.”
Spinner’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me in for a slow, lazy kiss.
A loud knock on the door shattered the moment.
Gearhead’s voice carried through the wood. “Patch’s men just rolled in. Devil wants everyone downstairs.”
Spinner groaned, dropping his forehead against mine. “Timing’s a bitch.”
I laughed, pushing at his chest. “Come on, I’m starving anyway.”
He sighed, rolling onto his back, stretching. “Fine. But after this, I’m kidnappin’ you for the rest of the day.”
I arched a brow. “Kidnapping?”
His grin was all mischief. “Yeah. We’re far from bein’ done.”
I smirked, rolling out of bed before he could pull me back under him. “You don’t have to kidnap me. I’m a willing hostage. Now get up.”
By the time we made it downstairs, the clubhouse was already buzzing.