Chapter 34
Amelia
You’d be proud of me. I actually took a day off. Aside from being fucking tired lately, I just needed some space from the hospital. When I texted Melody asking where I could find Shooter since he wasn’t answering his phone, I thought I’d do something cute.
He was always surprising me at work, I thought it would be a turn of events. So, when Melody finally told me where he was, I returned his favor and picked up his favorite gummy bears to snack on. Listen, the man loved his gummy bears, I never understood it.
The sun was out and it just made me want to roll down the windows of the truck and feel the air hit me. The impending summer heat was making an appearance. But it felt good on my skin, the pure warmth of the sun, the open sky, and the excitement of making Shooter smile.
It was true, I had fallen hard for this man, and moments like that where we could be with each other outside of the bedroom just made it easier to fall for him and picture that life that he talked about. The more he talked about it, the more I saw myself in it.
Though, one thing that made it darker and anxiety didn’t happen until I pulled up to the gym, finding street parking only to find a few men in suits and one face in particular.
Tony started walking towards his car. Why was he there in the gym?
Did something happen to Shooter? Were they coming after him to get to me?
I wasn’t behind on the payments I knew that.
I waited for the cars to disappear, trying to avoid any contact with them. I wasn’t trying to get mixed up in business that wasn’t mine. I was more worried about Shooter. Seeing them walk away from the gym hit in the pit of my stomach. Nausea hits.
As soon as they disappeared, I unclicked my seatbelt, bolting, tugging along my bag to the gym.
A wave of relief rushed over me when my tall, handsome, rugged man stood there in just a tank top and gray sweatpants.
Glistening sweat covered his body, and when I walked in the door, he flashed a wide smile.
I could see it more, as the man had somehow, whenever got his beard trimmed, not too short but enough that I could see more of his facial features.
Damn, I just wanted him more.
Damn horny ass woman.
Shooter darted toward me, gathering me in his arms, lifting me off the ground. His strong arms made me feel like I was nothing.
“Now, this is the best thing all day.” he whispered in my ear.
“Give me a kiss, sugar,” I purred.
He pulled away, brushing against my nose.
“I think that’s my line.”
“You still haven’t kissed me yet.” I ghosted over his lips, biting my lower lip.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing harder against him. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips, the one that kind of tingles and leaves you wanting more. I tangled my hand in his hair, yanking him closer to me, deepening into the hungry kiss that I had been craving.
His tongue slipped in me, taking over the power of the kiss. He adjusted his hands to palm my ass and lifted me even higher, making me wrap my legs around him.
Someone cleared their throat, making Shooter turn us around. My cheeks blushed with guilt as Shooter’s deep chuckles vibrated against my chest.
“You want to introduce me to your girl there?” One of the tall, broad shoulder men smiled back at us. I didn’t recall seeing him the times I was at the compound. There were a lot of people that come and go as they please.
“I will once I have my fill of her.” Shooter nuzzled my neck, claiming me right in front of them. Not that I needed a reminder or anything.
I wiggled in his hold as he softly pressed a kiss on my cheek. “Shooter, they’re watching.” I whispered trying to get him to stop.
“Don’t worry, peaches, as much as I like watching you squirm from someone watching, you are mine and only for my eyes.” he whispered in my ear before giving it a teasing nip.
He set me down on the ground, throwing his arms around my waist, keeping me close to him.
“Boys, this is my woman. Amelia. Amelia, you remember Stray from the hospital.” He nodded to the heavily tattooed man, with the sandy blond hair, standing tall like Shooter did.
The other one, I vaguely remembered from the clubhouse but then again at that time, I had only one mission and it was to make sure Shooter was a good boy during his recovery.
“How you doin’, darlin’?” Stray nodded.
“Well, sort of confused. A little embarrassed that you had to see that.” I said honestly.
“Trust me, Amelia, we’re used to seeing a lot of things, especially when someone just wants to jump their lover’s bones.” The other man chuckled.
“Mia, please,” I encouraged, hearing someone call me by my full name that wasn’t Shooter felt strange. Especially if I wasn’t in trouble. But Shooter said my name like he was claiming it, like he was going to be the only one to call me that.
“That’s Hank. Another good man,” Shooter introduced.
Hank looked a little older with a mix of salt and pepper in his dark hair that matched the scruff that was coming through his face.
He also had that rugged appeal like Shooter but had those wise eyes that made you want to listen to any of the stories that he wanted to share.
Regardless, all these men were ones that you never wanted to cross or disrespect, but they were ones that would protect you with everything that they had.
“I feel like I’m always meeting someone different. Like a never-ending family reunion.” I joked.
“What brings you in our neck of the woods?” Hank asked.
“Well, Shooter is usually stalking me at work, always bringing food. And today I figured I would return a favor.”
I held up the little bag from the gas station, and Shooter’s smile brightened.
“Oh, so you know about that then,” Stray chimed in.
I rolled my lips between my teeth. “Yeah, I know about everything. Especially the cameras.”
Shooter’s hand rushed over my mouth. Stray let out a huge belly laugh and Hank groaned, shaking his head. “What is she talking about, Shooter?”
Shooter leaned down to my ear, “You’re getting a fucking punishment for that.” Then he looked back at Hank. “Just a little… protection.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Stray asked.
“You know, I’m just going to show her around the gym. Give her the grand tour,” Shooter joked before he shuffled me forward further into the gym.
“Crazy bastard,” Hank grumbled before turning his focus to a pair of fighters.
Something inside settled, knowing that he was okay, that seeing those men in suits didn’t mean a bad thing. But it still felt unnerving.
“So, this is it,” I mumbled under his hand.
When he realized he couldn't hear me, he removed his hand. Shooter rushed me to a wall hidden by hanging bags, and the noise from the busy hustle practically made us invisible. My back hit the wall with a thud. Shooter’s knee shot between my legs.
His arms barricaded me in. His dark, hungry eyes pinned to me.
“You know I thought the next time I’d see you, you’d be in a little green number, giving me dessert first before I cooked for you or something,” he said.
I smiled. “I mean I could leave.”
“Go ahead and try and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make a spectacle before taking you back to the office, and bending you over on the desk.” He teased, as his fingers brushed against my neck, sending a tickle through me.
“And what if I want that?”
“I’ll make that a reality.”
“Please.”
He shook his head, a smile still on his face, “But seeing this beautiful woman before me makes me happy. Like a present every time. Though I don’t know how you found me.”
My hands landed on his chest. “Well, it pays to have a friend who is shacked up with my man’s boss.”
The words felt so damn easy. My man.
“You stalkin’ me, peaches?”
“Tit for tat, sugar,” I said, hooking my hand on his neck, pulling him to me. I wanted to relish the moment when knowing he was good, he was here with me.
I pressed a bruising kiss on him, our tongues tangling for dominance. Everywhere felt hot, like all I wanted to do was get out of my clothes. His knee ground against my jean shorts cladded pussy. I whimpered at the sensation, begging for more. Hopefully no one could see us.
He pulled away, growling, “You are trouble.”
“Then you better tame it, River,” I moaned his name the only way I knew would get me what I wanted. Him.
He made good on that promise, bending down to wrap my legs before hoisting me over his shoulders. He announced, “Office is mine.”
I looked up to see the many proud and smug faces from his gym. They knew exactly why he was taking me to the office. A sharp smack on my ass stung as a groan was let out. “Fuck,” I said.
“You told me to tame, and peaches, I will. My way.” he rumbled.
He kicked the door in and sat me down on the messy desk. He closed the door, peeking over his shoulder. I leaned back on the desk, popping my chest out. I pouted, “Oh no, mister big scary man, whatever will you do to me?”
“You’ll see.” He said as he locked the door. Oh, he was preventing anyone from coming in at all.
Shooter strode to the front of me, eyeing up and down, fantasizing about how he was going to tame this woman. I hoped that he unleashed whatever he wanted to unleash.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked earnestly.
“You have plagued my thoughts, my dreams,” I responded, opening my legs a little wider. “You have made me miss you every time you leave me.”
“And you thought surprising me, and looking like a damn temptation in those tiny shorts and this short t-shirt that I wouldn’t want to fuck you right where you stood?” His voice turned tempting and sensual.
“A girl could try. Because whether I like it or not, I want you now, tomorrow, and fucking always,” I said, trying to reach for him.