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Mick: Honestly?? You know you can tell me anything, Madison.
I love that he used my full name. I really like that he called me baby too.
Me: Honestly…I think I’m ready for everything.
I can’t help but giggle when he responds so fast.
Mick: Everything? Everything as in?
Me: Everything. You and me doing life, sex, dating, sex, dealing with my family together, sex, planning our future…sex…
Mick: Fuck, baby. I want all of that too. You sure you’re ready? I know I spewed a shit ton at you at the reception, but for you, I’d wait however long it took…
Me: I’m done waiting. I want it all, and with you. Don’t worry about things being perfect or the right timing. It’s with you so it’s already right.
Mick: Shit, you don’t know what that means to me to hear you say that… or read. I’ll bring you breakfast and try and control myself, but if you’re still in what you call your pajamas, I might not be able to.
I don’t wear anything fancy or revealing.
Me: I just wear a tank and pj pants, nothing special.
Mick: Woman. It’s not the clothes. It’s you wearing them. Seeing your curves and delicious ass in those pants and your tits in that tiny shirt…last time I saw you in that getup, I had to wipe the drool off of my chin, more than once.
Me: Kinda like when I saw you with your shirt off, chopping wood at the clubhouse. Saxon teased me that since I was standing over him sitting in the chair, he needed an umbrella, the ass.
Mick: LOL. You eat anything today? I’m guessing you haven’t talked to any family today, did you?
Me: I had pizza and am about to have some ice cream. Logan stopped by and helped me talk things out. Does it bother you that he’s become a good friend of mine?
Mick: Not at all. He’s a good person and I want you to have people like that in your life. Does it hurt that he’s married and obsessed with one of my closest friends? Nah, but I’m good with you hanging with any of the brothers’cause they all know you’re mine. I’m just glad you’re realizing it too.
Me: Sometimes I’m blind to things, but I’m not anymore.
Mick: I’m glad it’s changed. I’m gonna get some sleep. Figure the sooner I go to bed, the sooner mornin’ comes and I can see you.’Night, baby.
Me:’Night, Mick.
Maybe, just maybe, my BOB is going to go into retirement, or at least the bottom drawer.
CHAPTER 4
Mick
I don’t know how I actually fell asleep last night after getting those texts from my girl. It took all I had not to go over there last night. I know she was right about not everything having to be perfect, but I still want to make it special. Her first time, our first time together, should be. If I have anything to do with it, she’ll never experience anything else but us together.
I know I need to talk this out. Although my club brothers are awesome, this ain’t something to go to them with, but I know exactly who I want to talk to. I pull my truck up to the curb and park. I drove my truck today ’cause I have a feeling I’ll need to pick some things up on my way home later.
My phone dings with a text and I see that Pres has called church for tonight to figure out our plan for getting those fuckers who took Mads. Luckily, it’s right after the guys get off work, so I can still keep all my plans for tonight with my girl.
I head up the walk and the two steps to the front door. I knock once and open the door. “Mom! You here?” I hear movement in the kitchen.
“Where the hell else would I be at this time of the mornin’, son?” I walk into the kitchen and Mom is sitting at the kitchen tablewith a cup of coffee in front of her. She’s sat in that same spot at that table every morning for as long as I can remember. I bend down and kiss her cheek before I pour myself a cup of coffee.
“To what do I owe this morning visit from my favorite child?”
I bring my full coffee cup to the table and sit across from her before I answer the same way I’ve always responded to her. “I’m your only child, Mom, so I’m your favorite by default.” She gives me that look that she used to give Dad when he’d tell one of his jokes, which were almost always bad. “Son, don’t quit your day job, ’cause you’re no more a comedian than your dad was. Now, I don’t think you dropped by before work to entertain me with your attempts at humor. I can tell you got something brewing.” Mom always can read right through me.
I take a sip of coffee before I spill out everything. “I know you heard about everything that I said to Mads-er Madison at the reception.”
