Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
DARE
Seeing Chassis standing in the middle of the clubhouse, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that hugs her rounded belly, pissed me off. Not because of her belly, but because she’s in the clubhouse without me.
Add that to the fact that Rocky was standing behind her, a smirk playing on her lips. I don’t think I want to know why she was wearing it. Knowing her, it wasn’t nothing, and it made Chassis uncomfortable, as it should, because obviously, she was doing it on purpose.
Chassis doesn’t belong here. She’s my old lady. She’s the fucking queen of this club, and she should be home, in the safe place I provide for her, not down here with the clubwhores. And definitely not down here without me. Because what the actual fuck?
“Is there an emergency?” I demand.
She tilts her head back slightly, her eyes finding mine. “No,” she exhales, but she doesn’t explain herself further either. I watch her, waiting for her to continue, but she only stares at me silently.
“Is something wrong with the baby?” I ask through gritted teeth.
I’ve been doing a good job of ensuring the baby is a silent priority.
I don’t talk about it, but I try my best to make sure Chassis has whatever she needs.
Which is why I threw that monstrosity of a fucking crib she bought away and ordered her one that we didn’t have to piece together like a goddamn Lego set.
But now she’s standing in front of me at my clubhouse, and I don’t know why.
“No,” she exhales. “Nothing wrong with the baby.”
“Are you going to make me stand here and guess?”
She shrugs a shoulder. I’m not sure what’s going on. I know she can be a bit shy, but there’s something else going on here. Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I wait for her to respond to me. She’s going to have to give me something because I’ve got no other guesses.
I watch as she swallows, then she dips her chin in a single nod.
Her eyes find mine again, then she clears her throat, taking a small step backward, as if trying to increase the space between us.
I’m not sure how I feel about that, mainly because I wish there weren’t even an inch of air between us right now.
My body screams to move closer to her. I want to touch her, to feel her, to kiss her. I want to be inside her. I know she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby, but I don’t give a damn about that, because she’s mine.
“I have an ultrasound tomorrow, and you don’t always come home in the evenings, so I wanted to come here to invite you.”
Her words come out in a rush. They surprise me. My lips curve up into a grin, mainly because her words aren’t what I was expecting at all. She wants me there—by her side. And she’s actually asking me.
“You want me there?”
She dips her chin slightly. “I do.”
I exhale. “I’ll be there. What time do I need to pick you up?”
Chassis blinks once, twice, then three times as she stares at me. Her lips are parted, her eyes round, and I want nothing more than to press my mouth against hers, slip my tongue inside her, and taste her—wholly.
“You don’t have to pick me up. I can just meet you there.” Her words come out in a murmur.
Unable to stay this far away from her for another second, I close the distance between us. It doesn’t take me long, just a few steps, until I’m so close to her that I can smell her. She smells like coconut and pears. I don’t know what it is, but it makes me just that much hungrier for her.
“I’ll just come home tonight. We’ll go together.”
I’m not sure where the fuck I’m going to sleep tonight, considering I moved all my shit out and gave her my bedroom.
I’ve stayed away, only showing up occasionally to check on her, give her money, and fix anything that needs fixing around the house and yard.
I haven’t spent one single night there since she moved in.
“C’mon, follow me home. I’ll get dinner on the way. Any idea of what you want?”
She doesn’t move. And as I stand here, smelling her, close enough to touch her, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I just shifted a little bit and kissed her. I know she’s my wife, but I promised her that wasn’t going to happen.
I made a stupid fucking promise is what I did. I wish I could take it back, because while I won’t ever force myself on Chassis, I can’t pretend I’m not attracted to her. Clearing my throat, I run my fingers through my short hair before I take a step backward.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’m not picky, but you really don’t have to. I can just make something.”
Shaking my head a couple of times, I rock back on my heels, trying to do anything but reach out and wrap my arms around her before I haul her against me and touch my mouth to hers.
My body is screaming at me to take her, and my mind is using every single ounce of self-control I can muster… though it’s slipping.
“I’ll go to The Dillinger. Anything you don’t eat on your burger?”
She blinks, then shakes her head. “No onions, but yeah, that sounds good.”
“You been there before?” I ask.
Chassis shakes her head. “I haven’t really been anywhere here other than a few stores trying to find baby stuff.”
I’m an ass. Here she is, married to a stranger, in a town she’s never lived in before, and I’ve been keeping my distance from her because I don’t feel like I can control my dick around her.
Holy fucking shit, I’m an asshole.
But I’m not enough of an asshole not to handle some business. Once Chassis is in her car and heading home, I march right back into the clubhouse. Rocky is standing there with a smirk still playing on her lips.
“Pack your fucking shit and get the fuck out of my clubhouse,” I grind out.
Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she watches me for a moment.
“I’m not discussing a goddamn thing about it.
You talked to my wife, my old lady, naked, and no doubt said some shit you should not have.
You know the rules, and you’ve been warned already.
I’m done. I won’t have whores making old ladies feel uncomfortable, not in my club.
You’re gone by morning, or you won’t like the consequences. ”
Without another word, I walk out of the club and head straight for my bike, climb on, start the engine, and roar away. I’ve got a pregnant woman to feed burgers to.