Page 88 of Savage Outlaw

“Fuck,” he breathed out heavy. Palming the shaved part of her head, he dropped his and gave her the smallest kiss, taking her sweetness in as he licked his lips. “This is how it’s gonna be isn’t it? I’m gonna be a sucker for anything you want.”

She flashed him a serene, wicked smile. “Suits me fine.”

He felt like he’d walked into a freeze box when everyone got a look at who arrived.

“Let’s take the groceries through to the back,” she said, staying close to his side. Then she turned to the room of men, her sexy glare in place. “For fucks sake, yes, there’s a Renegade Souls in your precious clubhouse, get over it. He’s not the devil, he’s my boyfriend and if any of you dare to say one wrong word, I swear to fucking God, I’ll poison the roast this weekend, see if I don’t.”

“Damn, Cookie.” Butcher remarked with pride to his voice.

He wondered if these fuckers would mind him grinding on her a little.

Not even lying when he felt out of place here.

He didn’t want to be in another clubhouse. Not even for a visit and he often went over to Jamie Steele’s place for one reason or another.

He wanted Roux in his colors, wearing hisSoulsclaim.

But this relationship was gonna have to be different from his boys’.

He had to compromise somewhere.

They’d never be able to fully discuss their club lives. He’d have to keep some shit from her and the realization of that didn’t sit good with him.

He trusted her with his life, trusted her with secrets, but the club was more than his life. It was his brother’s lives too.

Compromising, if he were honest, was not something he liked doing, but his Roux brought into play all new rules.

He wanted her.

Needed her.

Craved the very breath out of her body.

He’d negotiate anything to keep her.

And that included being civil to a bunch of lazy fuckers.

She led him through corridors until they reached a kitchen. Three men he recognized were eating at the table and they looked up with surprise blinks.

“Yeah, yeah, get over it,” Roux warned, pointing her finger.

Butcher dumped the bags and pressed his mouth to her ear, “Cookie, stop being so bossy, it’s turning me on.”

She laughed, elbowing him but not before he caught her forehead with a kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” one of them said. “Don’t wanna be around when Prez kills him.”

Roux called at the retreating backs. “Assholes.”

The air went electric around them when he stepped into her space, pressing his hips to her belly, he put his hands on the counter behind her and dropped his head. “This is only the beginning, Roux. We’ll face bullshit. But you and me, we’re good, yeah?”

She gave him her eyes, so violet and low lidded.

“Tell me we’re good.”

“We’re more than good, but this is going to get on my last nerve. It shouldn’t fucking matter who I date.”

It was then, before he could get a word out, that they heard in a deep tone. “Guess you have no fucking respect for the club, Roux.”

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