Page 24 of Ghost

“What you smiling for, baby?” Brax asked as he helped me out of the truck.

“That Roscoe is too cute,” I said, then laughed when I looked up and saw Brax’s face.

“Christ, don’t say that where he can hear. The man’s bad enough,” Brax said disgustedly.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re the only man for me.” I laughed when Flirt walked past us and groaned.

“Pathetic, another brother down.” I’d barely heard Flirt’s mumbled words.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous,” Brax said and stopped us before we entered the store. When I looked up at him, he lowered his head and took my mouth with his. The kiss was brief, but as he broke it, he rested his forehead on mine. “Feel like riding the last bit with me? Miss your arms wrapped around me, baby.”

Flirt was wrong. His brothers weren’t the pathetic ones. It was the women for sure. How could their resistance ever hold against the men? Mine couldn’t. As I stared into Brax’s eyes, I knew then that he was the one with the power to destroy me because there was nothing I wouldn’t do for or give to him as long as he continued to look at me like he was now.

“I feel great. I missed riding with you, too,” I answered andkissedhim.

“Hey, if you two can hold off. We’ve only got about an hour left,” Crusher said as he stepped out the door.

“You got it, Prez,” Brax said to Crusher, then walked me in the store. “I’ll get us something to drink while you use the restroom.”

I stared at Brax and didn’t say a word.

“You don’t have to go?” Brax asked and grinned.

“Well...yes, I do. But you don’t need to keep track.”

“Not keeping track. Just hard to miss since you’vegoneevery time we’ve stopped.” Brax’s lips twitched,andI huffed and turned to the back of the store where the restroom sign hung. He smacked my butt and laughed when I shot him a glare over my shoulder.

“Men. They think they know everything,” I mumbled as I walked into the ladies’ room and hurried into an empty stall.

By the time I took care of business, Brax had drinks in his hands with a package of crackers. I ate the crackers on the way to the bike, and after the rest of the men finished filling up their bikes, we were ready to hit the road for the last leg.

The end of the trip was over in no time, and before I knewit,we were taking theexitand then driving through town. Everything was just how Brax had described it to me in San Diego. But when we reached the cutoff to the club, not even his description did it justice.

The area was beautiful. We rode up the road and slowed as the gate came into view. Once the young prospect openedit,we continued through. As the clubhouse came into view, I noticed bikes parked off to the side, then as we got closer the door opened,andmen stepped out. The group that gathered waited for us to stop.

I got off the bike and stood beside it and waited for Brax to dismount. When I heard the small voice yell “Daddy,”I turned and watched a little girl barreling toward us with her black ponytail swinging as she ran.

“That’s Speed’s little girl, Ally,” Brax said, and I smiled as I watched the big man catch her as she launched herself at him.

“Hey, where’s my love?” Devil yelled beside us as he faced the group with his arms out and palms up.

I turned back to the group,anda smaller, light-brown haired girl was walking toward us. She looked dainty and sweet until I looked at her face. She wore a smirk that totally defied the rest of her little angel appearance. When she reached Devil, he squatted down and stuck out his hand and palmed her face, then picked her up and hugged her.

“That one is Neely. She Dev’s sister,” Brax said, then grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “You ready to meet everyone else here, baby?”

“Not sure there’s a choice at this point,” I said and we started toward the group of people.

Chapter Twelve

Ghost

After the welcome home hugs and kisses, it seemed everyone’s attention immediately turned to Luna. I let go of her hand and draped my arm over her shoulders and pulled her into my side.

The trip had been long and tiring,andI wanted to take Luna home, but I knew that wouldn’t happen until the club women got to meet her. If not here, there was no doubt they would converge on our place without a thought.

As we walked past the truck, some of the men were unloading the gear that we kept storedinthe clubhouse.

“Hey, Ghost! After we get the truck and trailer unloaded, you want me to drive the trailer over to your place and drop the bike and Luna’s stuff off there?” Roscoe asked as bags and supplies hit the ground.

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