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Sackett couldn’t help the chuckle that shook his entire body.
“What?”Selena turned her head to frown at him.
“I think that’s a first for me.”
“What?”Her scowl grew deeper.
“You just said I fucked you boneless.”He continued to chuckle at the totally absurd image that brought to mind.After a few minutes, he got up, cleaned himself, then took a warm wet cloth out and did the same for her.After tossing the cloth aside, he scooped her into his arms and repositioned her in the bed, pulling the covers up over her as she sighed and settled in, her eyes already drifting shut.He didn’t know if he would have left her like that if he hadn’t been sharing the bed and wanting to get in right, or if he would have moved her either way.He had never slept beside whoever he was screwing before.Hell, before last night, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d shared a bed with anyone, at least to sleep.
He was still thinking about it when he slid into the other side of the bed.He moved over next to Selena, she backed up against him and he didn’t think about it before he rolled onto his side, wrapped an arm around her middle and tugged her closer.Having her here, in his arms felt oddly right.
SacketthadcarriedtheGPS tile with them until the first time they’d stopped to use the restroom on the way home.They’d been at a truck stop just inside the Arizona state line and had been thinking about the best way to handle it for a while.
While Selena was in the restroom he approached a trucker.He’d told him that his girlfriend’s ex had been harassing her, and they’d found where he’d been tracking her with the little disk, then asked if he would take it.The trucker had readily agreed.Said he’d drive around with it for a day or two then he’d hand it off to another driver.
“That should keep the asshole busy for a while,” the old trucker had said.
Sackett had agreed, then bought the man’s meal as a thank you.They were almost halfway home when she’d remembered it and asked if he still had it.He’d told her what he’d done with it and Selena had laughed for almost an hour.
He pulled into Tucson a little after noon, two days later.They’d already discussed logistics, so he drove directly to the airport where he pulled up behind his truck and transferred all their things before Selena returned the rental.Afterwards he took her home, made sure she had his number, even though he’d given it to her days earlier and went home.
At home, he took a shower.He didn’t know why but being on the road made him want to get clean.He suspected it was because a lot of the time, he was being splattered with dirt and debris from the highway.Once clean, he wandered around his place, restless and looking for something to do.Finally he gave up on hanging around his place, not only because there wasn’t anything ready to eat after being gone for nearly a week.He grabbed his helmet and headed out.
He waved to Mrs.Rockwell, the elderly widow who lived in the other half of the duplex he rented, as he pulled on his helmet.A couple of minutes later, he was on the road again.This time he felt different than the drive back from Colorado though because he was on his bike.The rumble of the engine.The wind in his face.The knowledge that he was in control.At least as much as anyone on the road.He didn’t think it was any one thing, but all of them together soothed something frayed inside him.
As he made his way to the clubhouse, he realized that over the last few days, despite having to trust someone to fly the plane, he hadn’t been as frayed as usual.Not even dealing with traffic and the usual idiots on the road had gotten to him.
He pulled into the yard at the clubhouse before he had time to examine his discovery.Instead, he backed his bike into line with the others, left his helmet on the gas tank, and went inside.
Inside, Sackett nodded at a couple of brothers sitting on sofas in one corner of the huge room.Their attention wasn’t on the floor to ceiling pole mounted permanently there, but on the TVs mounted on the walls behind it, different football games on each screen.They motioned for him to join them, but he shook his head.He wasn’t in the mood to deal with men who were at least half drunk, screaming at players who were, at best, hundreds of miles away, and expecting them to hear their directions.
Instead, he waved at Demon, who appeared to be the prospect stuck on bartender duty tonight, then made his way to a table and sat.
“Who’s cooking tonight?”Sackett asked the prospect when he approached.
“You’re looking at him.”
Sackett closed his eyes and debated going into the kitchen and cooking for himself.The problem there would be once he was there, and others realized it, they’d start putting in orders, and he would be lucky to finish in time for tonight’s meeting.
“Is there anything you can make that turns out edible?”Sackett asked without opening his eyes.He was going to have to find time to teach the prospect how to cook at least a couple of decent meals.
“My burgers are getting better, but one of the women made a huge pan of enchiladas yesterday.I’m sure there’s some still in there.I can nuke like nobody’s business.”
“What kind of enchiladas?”Sackett asked with narrowed eyes.He could do red or white, but he wasn’t a fan of green sauce.
“Not sure what kind of meat is in them, but the sauce is white, if that helps,” Demon said with a shrug.
“Bring me a plate of that.”His stomach rumbled reminding him that they’d been impatient to get home and hadn’t stopped for lunch.“Give me a big serving.”He held his hands up to show roughly how much he thought he wanted.“And bring me a beer and a water when you get a moment.”
“Will do.”Demon turned away then turned back.“Anything else?”he asked as if he’d just remembered he should ask.
“Contact me when you have some free time.We need to plan a time for some of those cooking lessons I promised.”
Demon nodded but didn’t answer as he turned then disappeared into the kitchen.He didn’t envy the new man, learning to cook with more than a dozen grouchy bikers picking every effort apart.That, on top of all the other duties and crap he had to deal with as a prospect.
He scanned the room, taking in who was there and who wasn’t, at least, not yet.He had no doubt most if not all of his brothers would roll in over the next couple of hours.
Even if there wasn’t anyone, he needed to talk to her now to distract him from the nerves that had been plaguing him at home, it didn’t matter.Because he didn’t have the same issues here that he did at home.That probably meant something, but he wasn’t ready to examine it, at least not too closely.
