Page 40 of Stitch
“You’re a fucking queen, Camille. Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“I might just make you earn it though, Stitch.”
He shot me a grin as he swallowed his first bite.
“With orgasms? I’m cool with that. I promised I’d live up to the name, right?”
Oh god yes. I opened my mouth to speak, and caught the eye of another biker suddenly leaning against the bar on his other side. The scary tattooed one.
“What name, VP? Because I know you’re not gonna do to her what got you your road name, right? Tommy won’t appreciate the mess here in the bar, and she seems like such a nice lady.”
Stitch cursed, and shot him a glare.
“Do you mind, Torch, we’re having a fucking meal here.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you don’t wanna be thinking about that kinda shit while you eat, I get it. Hey lovely, you get bored of him, you come see me, yeah? I’ll rock your fucking world.”
Stitch lurched up from his seat, and shoved the other biker, and then the guy was backing off.
“Whoa, sorry, VP. I was just messing. No harm done, right, lovely? Just a little banter. I’ll uh, stay wayyy over here.”
He held up his hands, and walked back a few steps, before he turned and ambled over to the other end of the bar, but his grin was already back on his face.
Twenty-Two
Icould have fuckingpunched him. Who the hell did he think he was? Hitting on my woman, while I was literally sitting right there? Did he know? Did he know about my fucking affliction, and figure he could give her what I clearly couldn’t? Or was he just making a future claim for when I was dead?
“Stitch, sit back down, please.” Fuck me, did I scare her again? I sat down, and tilted her chin up, staring into those gorgeous browns of hers. No, there was no fear. She looked kinda pissed though.
“He’s a bit of a dick, right? Like, it’s not just me who wanted to give him a slap?”
I grinned, brushing my thumb over that full bottom lip of hers.
“Girl, you go right ahead if you want to. Torch can be a major pain in the ass, but he generally doesn’t mean anything by it.” And I guess that’s when the common sense kicked back in, because of course he was just doing what he normally did, without realising how on edge I was. How could he know when I was doing my best to hide all this shit from everyone, so I could pretend things were normal?
I turned and caught his eye, flipping him the bird, and we both laughed. Yeah, normalcy actually felt pretty good, so maybe I should be trying for more of it.
“I added to my list, by the way, but it’s more just for me. They’re bigger things for way down the line, I guess.” Camille tried to stop me as I grabbed her phone, which she’d been poking at as she spoke. Hell. Yeah, she’d added a few things alright.
“Let’s do this one.” I pointed to the last one on the list, and she shot me a look of pure shock.
“Are you fucking serious? I just said that’s a long term one, Stitch. This isn’t a game.”
I passed the phone back to her, and then grabbed her hand.
“I don’t have long term, girl, but what time I do have, I want to be with you. In the long run, it wouldn’t impact you or stop you doing it again, right?” And what do you know? She blinked once, twice, and then she smiled, and it was like the fucking sun beaming through the clouds.
“You’re right. Let’s do that one.”
Damn straight. “You go talk to Lissa, and get what you need sorted. I’ll go arrange it with Reacher.”
“He’d do it? Wait… you mean we’re doing this right now?” Even shocked and bemused, she was fucking stunning, and I wanted her forever, dammit.
“Nope, but we know someone. Go, girl. You know I don’t have time to waste.” She grabbed the last bite of her lunch, and then slid off the stool, sliding her phone into her pocket.
“Promise me you’re not joking.”
I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs, tapping her ass lightly.
