15. Warrick #2
“All right, Mother, you win.” Bailey-Rose sighed, giving into her mother’s wishes.
Honestly, I’m not sure anyone could argue with that woman when she made up her mind about something. It made me wonder once more what Bailey-Rose’s other father was like. It seems the option was to ask and see if my Care Bear was up for sharing that part of her life with me.
Reaching her side, I offered my arm in a gentlemanly manner, getting an approving wink from her mother.
Feeling rather good about myself, I flashed my new mother-in-law a bright smile and guided my girl out the front door.
This time, when we drove over, we made sure to bring all the vehicles that could hold boxes.
All of us except me, that is. I made sure to leave last and park my little Pac-Man where it wouldn’t be seen.
The anticipation of her seeing what our ride was had me almost skipping over to the car.
It was my one indulgence and happened to be my most prized possession.
Finally, when we rounded Gareth’s Hummer, she spotted our ride for the day.
Coming to an abrupt halt, she just stared at it, jaw falling open as she looked from me to the car.
“Oh my God, it’s so cute,” she squealed, letting go of me and rushing forward to look. “Please tell me it has a name. It has to have a name.”
“I call him Pac-Man,” I answered with a shit-eating grin.
Before breakfast, I came out and put the top down on my little vintage Fiat 500.
This left it in the perfect position to show off its cream-colored seats that paired so well with the bright sunny yellow that made up the rest of the car.
It was a rolling ball of sunshine I knew my Care Bear would love.
“That is a perfect name,” Bailey-Rose agreed then hesitated. “We’re taking this to drive for the day, right?”
“Care Bear, do you honestly think this little guy can hold more than one box? It would be useless to leave it here for them,” I pointed out. “Hop in. We’re going for a ride.”
The shrill sound of her excitement almost had me flinching, but the joy of seeing her so excited made the hearing loss worth it.
Feeling the need to show off, I vaulted over the side of the car, landing in my seat before reaching over and buckling in my girl.
This brought us face to face, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.
The way her cheeks were pink with excitement and her dual-colored eyes sparkled made her irresistible.
I’d planned for it to be a simple peck on the lips, but Bailey-Rose had other plans.
When I tried to pull back, she grabbed my T-shirt, refusing to let me back away from her.
Not one to argue with a woman, especially one who smelled like summer nights and romantic moments, I happily gave in.
My hand cupped her face, tilting it up so I could deepen the kiss and nibble at her lower lip.
To my surprise, she instantly opened up, surrendering herself to me.
A bigger man might have been able to slow things down, but I was no such man.
I was so weak for this woman it was fucking nuts.
With a growl, I pulled myself together enough to pull back and rest my forehead against hers as we caught our breath. “Holy shit.” I panted.
“You can say that again.” Bailey-Rose chuckled. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve been kissed like that in my life.”
Lifting my head, I looked into her eyes feeling like I was king of the world. “Well, I hope you’re ready to be kissed like that for the rest of your life because you are addictive.”
The bloom of pink on her cheeks at my words did something to me that I’d never experienced with a person before.
I wanted to wrap her in my arms protectively, yet at the same time, I wanted to ravage her until she was screaming my name.
Both were so primal and polar opposite, it felt a little scary to be so out of control.
That was the last thing Bailey-Rose needed.
She deserved Alphas who could control their natures and didn’t fall mindlessly into rut.
“I think we better go before I take this too far,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her nose.
She hummed her agreement and let me click the seat belt into place before doing the same for myself.
Starting the car, I was rather thankful it was a stick shift.
That meant I needed to give it my full attention, and it would keep my hand busy.
Backing out of the spot, I pulled my shit together, and we were off.
I planned to take the long way to the bar, but I thought it might be better to spend time with her someplace more public.
A few minutes later, Bailey-Rose threw her hands up and let out a shout of joy as we sped down the highway.
It was intoxicating to see her enjoying the small moments in life, soaking in the sun, and her beaming smile.
Much to my family’s disdain, I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but I never truly believed I could have a romance like you saw in the movies.
This stunning woman beside me was determined to prove me wrong.
God, what the hell had I done to deserve such a woman to be my scent match?
“Boss, what are you doing here? I thought you were on courting leave?” Drew, my manager, asked when I entered the bar.
Stepping to the side, I revealed Bailey-Rose who’d been trying to hide behind me.
“Drew, this is Bailey-Rose Thatcher, my scent matched Omega. Bailey-Rose, this is Drew. He’s my right-hand man who runs things when I’m not here.
I would be lost without this guy, and I was lucky to con him into working for me. ”
Bailey-Rose smiled and gave a small wave. “Hi.”