Chapter 11
Grey
It was fucking official.
I had seen the way she had stared at the ballcap.
The way her nostrils had flared, and her eyes widened just a little bit.
Yeah, I was never not going without a backward ballcap ever again.
I winked down at her, reached around her, and opened the door.
She turned without a word and started walking.
I closed the door, locked it, and the moment I reached her, I put my hand on the small of her back.
Then she did one of the cutest fucking things I’ve ever witnessed.
The moment my hand landed on her lower back, I heard her take in a deep breath.
Was it me? Or did she just lean back slightly into my hand?
Would she react if I puffed my chest out?
Would she further react if I stepped in front of her the moment we reached the bottom of the stairs so none of my brothers could get a look at her?
Cause if they stared too long... well... they’d lose an eye.
And when Wolf and Jury did that very thing, fuckers. I narrowed my eyes, and with my free hand, I reached around to the small of my back where my 9mm was tucked into the waistband of my jeans.
Wolf’s eyes widened slightly, not missing my warning.
Jury lifted his chin in acknowledgement.
“Umm, Grey? What was that?” she asked.
I looked down at her and winked, “That was me letting them know that if they stared too long, they would regret it.”
Her cheeks turned slightly pink.
I grinned.
The moment we made it to my bike, I grabbed my helmet and handed it to her.
She took it, looked down at it, at the bike, down at herself, then back up at me, and lifted a brow, “Really?”
I winked, “Really. Put that on, baby girl, and let’s ride.”
“Grey, I’m not dressed to go anywhere.” She said.
I looked down at her and grinned, “You look good to me.”
She shook her head, “Grey. Really?”
I winked, “Put that on. And let’s ride.”
I climbed on the bike, kicked the kickstand up, and waited.
I was glad as fuck that I hadn’t started the bike up yet, because I heard her growl.
Fuck me, but that was cute as hell.
The moment she looked away for a second, I reached down and adjusted my cock.
Damn.
“Okay. How do I get on this thing?” she asked.
I grinned, “See that peg right there? Place your right foot on it, then swing that sexy as fuck left leg over and climb on.”
She did as I said with a small smile on her lips.
Lips I wanted to kiss, to taste, to tease, yeah, I needed to stop thinking about her and all the things I want to do to her.
When she was settled, she called out, “Ready.”
I shook my head, reached back, and grabbed her thighs and pulled her tight to my back, “You were too far away.”
She giggled.
Fuck me.
Cute as fuck.
Then I said, “Wrap your arms around me, baby.”
The moment she did, I wanted it to be her on the back of my bike for the rest of my life.
Cause this feeling right here?
Contentment.
Never felt that.
Never thought I would.
Now that I have... well... I dare anyone to try to take it from me.
I started the bike up and heard her squeal.
I chuckled.
“Ready?” I called out.
Her arms squeezed my waist, then she said, “Ready.”
I shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot of the clubhouse.
Going slow at first to let her get used to the bike.
She had asked how to get on the bike, so I knew that she had never been on one before. Just another reason why I wanted to puff my chest out. She seemed to trust me a little bit.
And I wasn’t going to break that trust. Not fucking ever.
We turned onto the main road, and once I felt her body relax against my back, I opened up the throttle a little more.
Hearing her excited squeal, I did it again, and then again, and then again.
And if I gave a voice to my thoughts, I’d be squealing too. Because I knew that I had found the perfect woman for me.
We rode about ten minutes, and then I made a right, a left, a right, a left, and then a left again, and the moment my house came in sight, I geared down and coasted up the lane.
I parked the bike right in front of the porch and shut the bike off.
“Where are we?” she asked.
I looked over my shoulder so I could see her eyes, then I grinned and asked, “Answer that in a minute. First, gotta know, how was the ride?”
She smiled, “Well... I kind of didn’t want it to end.”
I winked, “You're officially hooked.”
She grinned.
I tapped her thigh, “Climb off, baby. Let’s get you fed.”
Then, after she climbed off, I did too and shared, “Making you breakfast, baby. This is my house.”
“This is your house?” she asked as she handed over my helmet.
I lifted my chin, “Follow me, baby.”
I led her up the walk and to the front door.
Normally, I would have gone through the side door, but since I was bringing her to my house for the first time, I wanted to give her the real treatment.
And the moment I unlocked the door and opened it; I turned just so I could watch her reactions to my home.
From a kid who was unwanted in and out of juvie since I aged out at eighteen, I was damn proud of my home.
As I took in her reactions to my home, I felt something come alive inside of me... pride.
The exposed beams and hardwood floors, then to the back of the house, and to the glass wall that ran the length of it, it was something I added after I bought the house, because I needed open spaces, and those glass doors opened all the way.
Her mouth was hanging open as she walked to the back of the house and stared out.
I grinned.
“This is something else, Grey. Wow.”
I felt my chest puff with pride.
“Food or a tour?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip, and I groaned, “Can’t do that, baby girl. Let go of that lip for my sanity. Please.”
She released her bottom lip and then said, “Well, that depends.”
I lifted a brow, “On?”
“On whether you have a claw-foot bathtub or not.”
I felt my other brow raise, “Care to elaborate?”
She chuckled, “Well, food if you don’t have one, and a tour if you do. But... well... if you do... I might move in here.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle, and since the one thing, I've done my whole life has never let me down, I went with it.
I followed my gut.
I winked at her, then strode into my kitchen, opened my junk drawer that was in my island, shifted a few odds and ends, and tagged the shiny set of keys when I saw them.
I closed the drawer, then walked to the back of the house where she was still standing, “Kimber?” I called out.
She twisted her neck and looked at me, “Yeah?”
“Gimmie your hand,” and when she looked puzzled but offered me her hand anyway, I grinned.
I dropped the set of house keys in her hand, then said, “Follow me.”
I turned on my boot and headed to the master bathroom.
I waited for her to catch up, and I didn’t have to wait long.
Fuck me, but the way the light shone on her hair, I wanted to bury my face in it and try to absorb as much of her goodness that I possibly could.
“Okay, no one is allowed here unless I say it’s okay. Other than that, welcome home, baby girl.”
Then I flicked the light on in the bathroom for her, stepped toward her, bent my head, and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Then I headed to the kitchen and started cooking.
Kimber
Did that just happen?
I looked down at the two keys in my hand, and there was the proof that that indeed had just happened.
“Grey?” I called out.
He responded, “Yeah?”
“Are you mentally unstable?” I asked.
I heard his booming laugh through the house, “No, Kimber. I’m just a man who knows what he wants.”
Something inside of me seemed to purr at that statement.
Then, as if on autopilot, I moved into the bathroom and stopped dead.
Because there, on the farthest wall, sat a white clawfoot bathtub.
Heaven.
Seeing the bathtub, feeling the metal in my hand, everything that just happened seemed to really penetrate.
Even more so when he said welcome home.
Home.
Sure, I had my parents’ house, but it always felt like a museum.
Yes, I had my house, but at times, it didn’t feel like home.
But this. This house. It felt like... no... it didn’t feel like home... but with Grey inside of it... It did.
Oh my.
What was this man doing to me?
And as I thought that I felt tears trail down my cheeks.
His only rule was not to have anyone here without his approval.
Oh, this man.
I shook my head and then had a sudden thought.
And like all things, when I had a thought, I went with it.
Therefore, I looked at the clawfoot tub one more time, envisioned what I needed to grab at the store, and then cut the light off and walked out of the bathroom.
Then, the moment I made it to the kitchen, I eyed Grey standing at the stove for a beat, and then I moved closer to him.
As soon as I was at his side, I lifted on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “Thank you.”
He looked down at me and winked, “Future reference. Feel free to kiss me any fucking time you want. Yeah?”
I felt my cheeks blush.
He winked.
Grey
I needed to have a few minutes to myself.
To do nothing else than to get my cock under control, and if it wouldn’t make me an asshole, I’d go to the bathroom and jerk one off.
It was only a kiss.
The simple movement of pressing your lips on someone or something.
But that wasn’t just any kiss.
No, it was from her.
From the woman I’d taken one look at and knew would be mine.
My woman. My wife. My ole lady. The mother of my kids. My world. My life.
Thankfully, she spoke, which helped me take my mind off of my hardening cock.
“So, what can I help with?” she asked.
I shook my head, “Nothing. Just have a seat.”
She shook her head in response, “I can’t do that. It’s not fair.”
“Baby girl, you come over here right now, I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you. I know it’s not too soon for me. But I think it’s too soon for you. So, for me, do me a solid, yeah? Sit down over there.” I told her and pointed to one of the barstools underneath the island.
Her cheeks were pink.
Thankfully, she took mercy on me and sat down on one of the barstools.
Then I got back to making her food.