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“Bama,” was all I could say.
He slinked over me, kissing his way up my body until he found my mouth and pressed his weight over me. I loved being smushed to the bed under his big body and he stopped fighting me on it after only a couple of times.
His skin was hot and sticky, pressing against my own sweaty stomach. My arms finally mustered enough strength to grip his sides.
“I’m glad I don’t have anything important to do,” I joked.
“You always have something important to do.”
My brow quirked. “Besides keeping Sofie alive and happy, I literally have nothing important going on, ever,” I said.
He traced his fingers over my face. “Your existence is important to me.”
“You’re so silly.” His sentiments were always so perfect, but I wasn’t used to hearing things like that and they almost made me uncomfortable. I never knew how to respond without sounding cheesy.
His hand went over my neck, his thumb pressing my chin up as his dark eyes seared into mine. “It’s not silly. You’re the most important thing to me, Linny. You and Sofie.”
My chest tightened and words that seemed too soon to say danced at the tip of my tongue. Sucking my bottom lip in, I fought from letting them come out. “Why are you so perfect?”
“I’ve never been accused of that before, but I’ll take it from you,” he said, before lowering to capture a deep kiss.
Could this all really be my life now?
Chapter 25
Bama
Whatever came over Linny was fine by me. She’d asked about the first night she came to the clubhouse a few times and I wondered if she compared herself to the bunnies. She wasn’t cut from the same cloth as them. Hell, most women weren’t. She was sexier and more adventurous than she realized, though. And fucking in front of my brothers wasn’t going to happen, ever. I never was down for that anyway, and I’d rip anyone’s eyes from the socket if they saw her naked. What we had was perfect, and she didn’t need to be like anyone else.
It was bad enough when she hung out at the pool. Some of these fuckers looked, but I almost couldn’t blame them. Still, after a few stern looks from me, and some comments, theylearned to avert their eyes. But I was glad she was comfortable here. Even though I didn’t want anyone looking at her, I liked that she was getting to know some of my brothers. Having her at the clubhouse made things feel more complete. I’d pledged my life to the club and my brothers, but she was part of my life now, too.
I’d been working on something for Sofie at the clubhouse, too, but I hadn’t mentioned it to her yet. She had been coming to help Glenda and the others with some upkeep, and it had only been a few weeks. She was getting a feel for the place, and the people. After the first week, she asked about taking Sofie after school and on the weekends to swim. It was a lot closer than the beach and honestly, after the run in with the Bloody Scorpions in Pensacola, the partying had died way down.
Skeeter and Runt got their colors, but Hammer wanted to chill on any new members until after Thunder Beach next month. He had eyes and ears listening out to see if there had been any rumblings about what happened in Pensacola, but being around thousands of drunk bikers was an even better way to get info. We had other business there as well, but we’d definitely be trying to find out more about any new chapters for the Scorpions and if anyone had suspicions about us breaking up their little party.
So far, none of our other buyers tried any shit or ghosted us. Even Benny had been extra punctual at our last meeting. But it hadn’t been too long since shit went down, so we couldn’t let our guard down.
“So, is this your room?” Linny asked as she came out of the bathroom.
“It’s where I crash when I’m here overnight.” I’d been in that room less and less since she and Sofie showed up at my sister’s but it was still mine when I needed it.
Linny walked around, looking at the small dresser, dragging her finger over the desk then pulling back the blackout curtains.“View of the pool. Not bad.” Still looking down, she said, “I’ve been in here but didn’t know it was yours.”
My mind went haywire, not registering why she would be in there. Did one of the guys bring her here? “Who the fuck were you in here with?”
She turned, her brows high and her eyes wide. “Glenda, and once with Pinkie.”
Again, I was calculating why when I finally peeled my eyes from her and saw my trash bin empty. “Shit. Sorry that came out so–”
“Aggressive? Accusatory?” She stood by the window, arms now crossed.
Walking toward her, she stiffened as her brow furrowed. She flinched as my hand went to her cheek. I meant to cup it, but her action made me pause. “Linny, I’ll never lay a hand on you like that.” My hand slowly went to her face, and she leaned into it, covering it with hers.
Sighing, she said, “I know. You just seemed so mad and then stomped over here.”
My other hand went up, both now cupping her face. “I’m sorry I scared you. And I’m sorry I sounded like a dick. My mind went to a bad place and the thought of anyone touching you…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
She grinned. “Even Pinkie? Don’t men fantasize about that, or something?”
