CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Heather—
I’ve got a sleeping Tucker in my arms, but I’m sitting on a couch in the main room. It’s late, and the place is quiet.
The ol’ ladies have all been so sweet to me. They tried to get me to take Tucker and go to bed in one of the rooms, but I refused, wanting to wait for Cody.
I’ve been worried sick about him since he told me he was heading to track down Snake. And then when he texted me Snake’s name, I almost had a panic attack. Thank God Melissa, Gigi, and Fiona were here to calm me down.
I was introduced to Cody’s mom when the prospects brought me here. She’s a lovely lady named Layla. She and his father, Jake, have both been very sweet to me and my son.
Cole, their president, and Crash, their VP, as well as a man named Red Dog, sit at the bar, waiting for the boys to return.
I stroke my son’s hair. It’s because of me that Cody is out there tracking down this horrible, dangerous man, and I don’t want anything to happen to him, but I also know I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep my son safe from that monster.
Cole looks over at me and scoots his barstool back, then approaches me. He’s holding a glass of amber liquor in his hand and holds it out to me.
“Here, sweetheart. You look like you could use this.”
I think about waving him off, but smile and take it, sipping it and finding it tastes like a cinnamon Red-Hot candy. I lick my lips and smile. “Fireball?”
He grins. “My daughter loves the stuff. Figured you might like it, too.”
“Thank you.”
“They’ll be here any minute.”
I nod.
His eyes drop to Tucker. “The kids sure had fun today. Running all over the place playing hide and seek. Then they played cops and robbers and used the MMA cage in the warehouse for jail.”
“There’s an MMA cage?” I lift a brow.
“Have Cody show it to you.”
“What do you do with it?”
“We have a fight night about once a month. Which reminds me, we’re overdue for one.”
“I’m sorry I’ve caused you all this trouble.”
“You’re not the first woman who’s run from an abusive man and ended up under our protection. I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. I don’t put up with men hurting women. Period.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I guess I knew that from how protective the club is of all the girls up at Sonny’s.”
“That’s the way it should be, sweetheart.”
I sip the drink, and he shifts on his feet.
“Cody’s a good guy. None better. I saw that in the way he looked out for Fiona when she was pregnant and how he helped her get her cupcake shop up and running.”
“He served with my Ryan before he was killed,” I say, not knowing if he’s aware of the connection.
“So I heard.” He sits on the armrest of the sofa. “I remember when he told us about the bridge.”
I stare at my lap. “I’m ashamed I sunk so low I really thought that was the answer.”
“Nothing to be ashamed about. I can’t imagine being a single parent and losing the love of your life.”
I nod, my eyes filling.
“You think there’s room for someone else?”
“Cody?”
“Yeah. That boy is head over heels for you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve taken care of Tucker alone for so long, but I think I’m falling hard for Cody. It’s just hard to trust my heart again, you know?”
“Yeah, darlin’, I know. Just give him a shot. That boy won’t fail you.”
The door opens, and the three of them troop in. Cody makes a beeline for us, but stops to pay his president his due.
“Cody.”
“Prez. I put a tracker on each of their bikes.”
“Good job. I sent Cajun, Marcus, and Kyle to take up the surveillance until morning. We’ll convene then and see where they go tomorrow.” He jerks a chin to me and Tucker. “Take your lady to your father’s room.”
“Where’s my father?”
“He’s with your mom in one of the rooms in the addition.”
Cody nods. “Good thing the club added more bedrooms in the warehouse. I’ll have to thank him.”
“I think they’re already asleep. That can wait until morning.” Cole pats his arm. “We’ll talk more then. Take care of them.”
“Yes, sir.” After Cole walks off, Cody scoops Tucker up, holding him over his shoulder. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get this boy settled.”
The clubhouse is crowded, and I’m appreciative we have a room and a bed. I’ve got no issue with the fact that the three of us are in one room.
Cody lays Tucker down, and I tuck him in, then turn. “Tell me what happened.”
“We put trackers on their bikes. They’re in a cheap motel in Sunnyvale. Everything will be okay. You don’t need to worry. You heard Cole; he’s got a team surveilling them all night. You and Tucker are safe.”
I step into his arms, pressing my cheek to his chest. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
He rubs my upper arms. “Don’t need you worryin’ about me, babe. I can take care of myself.” He cups my cheek and looks into my eyes. “You’re exhausted. You need to get some sleep.” Then he glances at the bed and smiles. “Guess that’s all we’re doin’ tonight.”
“Guess so.”
“Last night was nice. I liked having you all to myself.”
“It was.”
He nods to the door of the bathroom with a wicked grin. “Since your son sleeps like a log, you want to take a shower? I could soap up your back for you?”
“That sounds heavenly.”
He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom, turning on the water and checking the temperature. Then he turns and reaches for the hem of my shirt.
In a whoosh, it's over my head and on the floor.
Cody squats down and undoes my jeans, then tugs them off, along with my shoes.
Now I’m standing in my bra and panties.
His gaze travels up my body, and while he watches, I unfasten my bra and pull it free.
His eyes heat with desire, and he hooks his thumbs in my panties and drags them down my legs.
When I step out of them, he stands and strips, then pulls me under the spray and positions me in front of him with my back to his chest.
He reaches past me for the soap and pours some into his hand, then washes every inch of me.
I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying his touch.
He strokes my erect nipples and squeezes my soapy breasts. He’s gentle, and his mouth trails down my neck, and I relish his tender ministrations.
My head lolls on his shoulder, and I moan when he detours his fingers between my legs.
“I can’t get enough of this pretty pussy that’s so responsive to my touch,” he whispers in my ear, then bites the lobe.
He strokes my clit until he makes me come, then turns me to the wall and positions my hands on the tile.
“Up on your toes, baby. Show me that pretty ass.”
I do as he commands, and he holds my hips, then takes his cock in hand, and circles my pussy, teasing me until I’m quivering in anticipation.
“Please, Cody. I want you,” I whisper.
“Do you, beautiful? How much?” he growls in my ear.
When I’m sure he’s going to tease me forever, he thrusts inside, catching me off guard, and I hiss in a breath.
He fucks me good, his rhythm building, until my breasts are bouncing.
When he reaches around my hip and teases my clit, I know another orgasm is fast building, and I’m barreling toward the precipice. His other hand goes to my breast, and he pinches my nipple. That’s all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge, and another sharp orgasm shoots through me.
My legs are weak, but his forearm locks tight around my ribs, holding me up. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
But he’s not through with me; he still hasn’t gotten off, and he increases his thrusts again, and soon follows me into bliss.
We’re both breathing hard, the hot water spraying over our bodies.
After a moment, he washes me all over again, then I squirt some body wash into my palm and return the favor, worshipping every inch of his rock-hard body. We rinse, and he shuts the water off, then dries my body with a thick towel.
I wrap one around my body, and he wraps one around his waist.
We move into the bedroom.
I brought a bag with me when I came with the prospects, and I dig through it, grabbing some yoga pants and a tank, then head to the bathroom to dress for bed.
When I return, Cody is in a pair of sweats that hang low on his hips.
We each climb in on opposite sides of Tucker.
Cody leans over and kisses me.
“Sleep tight, pretty girl.”
“Goodnight, handsome.”
He grins at that and winks.
I think about what Cole said to me—that boy won’t fail you.
A few minutes later, I’m out like a light.