Page 53 of Cold as Stone
“We’ve already done three things,” she says, smiling.
“Three things?”
“From our list last night. Morning coffee together, kissing against the fridge, and…” She gestures between us. “Now the counter.”
“Guess we’re overachievers,” I say, catching her mouth for another slow, lingering kiss.
“Guess so,” she murmurs when I finally draw back.
I check the time on my phone and curse under my breath. “I need to go. Church starts in an hour and I have some shit I need to get done.”
“Go,” she says, but her arms tighten around my neck. “Come hang out with me at the bar tonight?”
“That I can do.” I kiss her one more time, quick and hard, then force myself to step back. “I’ll text you after church.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I grab my helmet and cut, pausing at the door to look back at her. She’s still sitting on the counter, hair wild, lips swollen from my kisses, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely beautiful.
“Kya?”
“Yeah?”
“Best fucking night of my life.”
Her smile could stop traffic. “Mine too.”
I walk backward down her garden path. “And just think. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
I grin as she throws back her head and laughs.
The ride to the clubhouse should take less than ten minutes, but I stretch it to forty, taking the long way through the hills outside town. I need space to get my head right.
By the time I pull into the lot behind the clubhouse, most of the bikes are already there. Church starts at ten sharp, and it’s 9:55. I’m cutting it close, but that’s nothing new.
I push through the back door and head straight for the chapel, grabbing coffee from the machine in the hallway. The room is already full, voices low and serious as the brothers settle into their usual spots around the scarred wooden table.
Stone glances up when I enter, his eyes taking in my appearance with the practiced assessment of a father who’s been reading his children’s moods for decades. There’s a small flaw in my plan to keep what’s going on with Kya quiet—I’m wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Fuck.
“Cutting it close, son,” he says mildly.
“Slept late,” I lie, sliding into my usual seat between Bones and Cash.
Bones gives me a once-over and grins. “Rough night?”
“Something like that,” I mutter, taking a sip of coffee that tastes like motor oil.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Stone says, rapping his knuckles on the table. “Church is in session.”
The next hour is standard business—security updates, upcoming runs, a dispute between two prospects that needs settling. I contribute when necessary, but my mind keeps drifting to thismorning. To Kya’s sleepy smile, her teasing, the way she tasted, the sound she made when I?—
“Which brings us to the Summit situation,” Stone says, interrupting my thoughts. “Any updates?”
Hawk straightens in his chair. “They’ve been quiet since their visit to Devil’s. My gut says they’re planning something bigger.”
“What about the lawyer?” Duck asks. “Josie making any progress?”
