Page 38 of Her Dirty Biker
“Yeah?”
“I saw the way you looked when you walked in.” His voice softens. “You love her.”
I don’t answer, don’t have to. As a man who recently fell in love himself, Rock knows that it isn’t a negative to have someone so important in your life.
When I open the door to my room, Willow’s awake. She’s wrapped in a blanket, holding a mug of coffee, legs tucked under her like some innocent, sleepy little thing I want to ruin all over again.
“Hey,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “You didn’t leave a note.”
I cross to her and drop a kiss on her forehead. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
“Didn’t sleep much.”
“You okay?”
She nods, but her eyes are still shadowed. “Rooster said you were meeting your president.”
“I did.”
Her gaze sharpens. “You’re going to finish this?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re coming back to me?”
I cup her face in both hands and look her straight in the eyes. “You’re not getting rid of me, little fox. Not ever.”
She leans into my touch. “Promise?”
I kiss her slowly, deeply. “I love you. I’ll always come back.”
A tear slides down her cheek, and she swipes at it with a frustrated little huff. “God, I hate crying. I love you, too.”
“When I get back, we’re going to discuss this love stuff,” I joke.
“Absolutely,” she practically beams.
It’s over fast. The Savage Kings take the place in a tight, strategic sweep. I set my sights on the cage and the man who tried to hurt my Willow.
Guardrail puts up a fight—predictable, sloppy, furious—but there’s nowhere left for him to run. By the time we drag him out, bloodied and cursing, the rest of the Sons have either bailed or surrendered.
I stand over him, watching the bastard wheeze through a busted lip.
“This is what happens,” I say, voice low, “when you go after what’s mine.”
He spits blood at my boots.
I let it slide because I already won.
I come back to Willow just after sunset.
She’s on the porch in one of my hoodies, hair in a messy knot, and beautiful as sin. When she sees me, her eyes flood with relief.
“You’re okay,” she breathes.
“I told you I’d come back.”
She runs to me, and I catch her mid-jump. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me like she hasn’t seen me in years.
