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“You’ll wait here while we run this by the Pres, you understand.”
Lowell grinned, and moved us back, so we were leaning against the front of the van.
“Ain’t in a rush, especially with this fine lady pressed up against me.”
Loner looked me up and down again, leaving me feeling a little crawly, and I know Lowell felt my discomfort, because his arm tightened around me.
“Wanna keep your eyes off her, man? I’d hate to have to carve them out for ya.”
Loner grinned then. “Why’s she not your old lady, man? You just gonna bang her for a while, and move on to the next? Maybe you like them young, so you fuck them ‘til they age out of your preference, and start again with a new model?”
Lowell practically growled under his breath at that.
“Not really into kids, so if that’s your thing, I don’t wanna know. She’s mine, and I’ll fuck up anyone who suggests otherwise.”
Wow, I knew it was all for show, but that really made parts of me tingle, hearing him claiming ownership of me that way. I was really starting to wish that he meant the words, because I was becoming more and more sure that I’d willingly be his, if he wantedme.
The prospect reappeared, nodded at Loner again, and he pointed at the van.
“Get the delivery made, and don’t loiter. He causes any trouble, and you know what’ll happen.”
Lowell growled again, but I just agreed, grabbed his hand, and squeezed it.
“Let’s go, baby, then we can get home and do more pleasurable things.”
What?! Did I really just say that to him?
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Notgonnalieandsay that didn’t give me a semi there, because it fucking did. She called me baby, and putting on a show or not, I liked it. I wanted to see her lips when she said it, but now wasn’t the time. And those pleasurable things? Fuck, I’d missed doing those, and the idea of doing them with her was kinda distracting right now, but I had to stay on my game, and be ready for these fuckers. There are rules to how shit runs with an MC, and you gotta always keep your eye on everyone, make sure you don’t take any shit, and never show fear. The trouble with that was, I’d never had a woman to worry about before, had I? And she might not genuinely be mine, but I was here to protect her, and I wouldn’t fucking fail her.
“You called me baby,” I said quietly, as we got in the van, and Sophie gasped, lifting a hand to her mouth.
“Was it a problem?”
I grinned at her. “No, it was just a surprise, that’s all.”
She started the van, and giggled to herself. “Good surprise?” I knew she was remembering my accidental ‘babe’ moment last night, and honestly I was enjoying the little déjà vu moment we were having.
“What normally happens when you get there?”
Her face was suddenly wiped of any humour, and I almost grabbed her hand to offer her comfort, but this was a pretence, and she wasn’t mine to touch, not really.
“Uh, Reaper meets us, and he’ll check us and the van over again, before they risk unloading anything. There’s also a signal jammer there, so nobody can make any calls or anything.” Well, fuck. Of course, I’d expected that, so I had some tricks of my own I could rely on in this situation.
“Just breathe, babe, this’ll all be fine, okay? Any idea where he keeps the jammer?”
Soph gasped and turned to look at me in horror.
“God no, I just know they told me they have one in place, but I don’t even know what it might look like.”
“It’s okay, I have various ideas for how we’ll do this, and this isn’t gonna fuck this up, okay? You just do what you normally do, and don’t freak out if I touch you and stuff.”
“Stuff?” The sweet thing looked nervous as she kept her eyes on the road, and steered down a narrow lane. Where the fuck were we going? It looked like a fucking ditch.
“Yeah, over the shirt stuff, obviously, I’m not a barbarian.”
That gasp? Yeah, that’s what I’d been going for.
