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He led me into our room, and closed the door.
“Couple of things came up. Autopsy isn’t done yet, but Ice was able to access the others, and he’s building an MO to work from. He’s also working out her recent movements via her phone tracking data, or whatever. Reacher is contacting the other few club girls we’ve had here in the last year, to check they’re okay and warn them to stay away. We don’t want anyone else at risk.”
I took a breath. “These uh, club girls…”
Stitch grinned. “You’re hot when you’re jealous, babe. For the record, I didn’t fuck any club girls, but then I didn’t need to. See, I got plenty of-”
I smacked him in the middle of his chest, and he started laughing.
“No reason to be jealous, wifey. I only have eyes for youfor the rest of my fucking life.”
Stitch
Ishouldn’t love windingher up as much as I do, but it was just so easy. She was fiery and possessive, and I wanted that from her. I’d shown my possessive side, and I was relieved as fuck to see it in return from her. We’d come together on the spur of the moment, thinking we had no future. Now that we knew we had the rest of our lives, I was looking forward to every second with her.
“I’m going to gather the women tonight for drinks. We need some fun.”
“I don’t give you enough fun, babe? Am I not scratching every itch for you?” She batted my hands away.
“I want to cheer Elise up. She’s feeling low, being on lockdown here with us.”
I was glad they were bonding, but the idea of my sister feeling like that bothered me. Not because I wanted her at home at the club, because I really didn’t want that for her, but because I wanted her to be happy, even if she had to hide out for a while.
“I’ll go and talk to her.”
“No, she’s resting, remember? You can talk to her at the bar later. For now we need to get something to eat, and you didn’t even help me settle in. I’m feeling very hard done by right now, Stitch.” She pouted at me, and moved back when I reached for her.
“Can’t do much if you won’t come near me, babe.”
My saucy wife pointed at the door.
“I know you like the exhibitionism thing, but I’m not doing this when any of your damn brothers could walk in.”
I locked it, and turned to find her naked already. I fucking love this woman.
“This time the door gets locked, but next time we fuck, it’s downstairs in the bar, got it?”
Camille’s forehead creased a little, and then she laughed.
“Oh thank god, that’s a joke, right? Like you’d really get me naked where they could all see me.”
I winked as I grabbed her and backed her up to the bed.
“You’ll be wearing a skirt and no underwear. I’ll fuck you like that, and nobody will see a damn thing. Well, I mean, they might see my naked ass if my jeans don’t stay up, but that’s their problem.”
“I’m not fucking you in the damn bar, Stitch!”
Challenge accepted. I couldn’t wait to prove her wrong.
Epilogue One
That night there wasa leaving party for one of the bikers, Jock, a man who looked about seventy, but was probably younger. I’d noticed him a few times, and always wondered why he never smiled or laughed. It was Ally who told me that he was grieving for his old lady who’d died a few years back. They'd even amended his club tattoo with the word 'retired', which was apparently some biker rite of passage.
He was leaving to go and live with his daughter down by the coast, and that sounded like a much better life for him than this, because he kept himself away from everyone and everything anyway.
“Babe, I’m just gonna go talk with Reacher. Be good, yeah?” Stitch kissed me, pulling back to laugh when a few of his brothers started yelling out obscene comments.
“Whatever. Just watch your mouths around my old lady, dickheads.”
