Chapter 28
KINGSTON “FROST”
Stevie’s lips prod open mine and she dips her tongue inside, a slow twirl around my tongue then she pulls out.
Her mouth massages mine, a gentle pressure, varying weight and angles.
It’s erotic and my dick punches at my zipper, fully erect and ready.
Unfortunately, this ain’t why Rebel’s kissing me.
We’ve put…she put sex on a hiatus for now.
My dick didn’t get the memo even though it’s only been touched by me. Fucking my hand ain’t enough.
But she’s happy because of me. She said she would love a greenhouse, and that’s why her tongue is down my throat. I put this fucking smile on her face, and caused the tears.
As much as I’d love to pound her pussy, it would ruin her happiness.
Shit, it would ruin mine, too. In my entire life, aside from fucking, I can’t recall doing something selfless for another person.
Staring down at her tear-streaked face and swollen lips is a sight I never thought I’d experience.
What I do at the shop for vets and women ain’t nothing.
It’s easy to wave payment. But for me, it ain’t easy to put myself out there.
To become fucking vulnerable for caring.
Stevie’s fingers spread across my cheeks.
Her gorgeous eyes overflowing from tears squeezes a bit of the darkness from my soul. This feeling is…
It isn’t until Smokey clears his throat that I remember he’s here, so I point to him and say to Stevie, “Smokey helped.”
Her eyes remain on mine when she responds, “Thanks, Smokey.”
He heads to the house as he says, “Yeah, no problem.”
By now, her tears have died down, so I use the back of my fingers and brush the rest away. “So, you like it?”
Her head flips between me and the greenhouse. “I love it. It’s perfect. Thank you so much, King.” She swallows hard and wraps her arms around my waist. “Aside from what little my mother could buy; I’ve never been given something I’ve asked for let alone casually mentioning it.”
She releases me and enters the greenhouse, running her fingers over the benches and plant area. There’s a constant smile on her face, which has me grinning. For once, I didn’t fuck up. I came through for the mother of my kids.
The next day, Skull contacts me about Snake.
Enzo and his boys have been driving through town, passing Lynette’s spa.
A Grave Disciples’ member roughed up one of our Sweet Butts, giving her a black eye and a fat lip.
She pointed him out to us, so a prospect has been tailing him.
Once he’s alone, his beating will be worse.
Skull wants to step things up regarding security at Lynette’s hair salon. I leave Stevie home, tending to her planters, plants, and seeds we bought yesterday. I’ve had two prospects positioned by the house to protect her.
I rev the bike and take off to meet Skull at Lynette’s business. The place is booming when I arrive, like a revolving door, one leaves and another arrives. Skull is at the front, inspecting the door and windows.
The moment I step inside, he announces to me, “I want bullet proof glass installed and a buzzing door system.”
My eyes roam over the front windows and door. “It’ll cost you. What you’re asking for ain’t cheap.”
“Did you forget I’ve made Forbes magazine’s millionaire status?”
I shake my head. “I’ll talk to the guy who did my windows, which I’m still fucking paying off.”
Skull crosses his arms, brows dipping low, and asks, “Your house windows are bullet proof?”
“Yeah. After our first run-in with the Grave Disciples, I had them replaced, along with setting up security cameras inside and out. My neighbor and I watch out for each other.”
“Who’s your neighbor?”
“Some old guy. He retired from the Navy years ago. Minds his own business.”
Skull’s hand strokes his beard as he stares at me thinking.
The guy is fucking rich and educated. He went to an Ivy League college, which his parents paid for in full but instead of practicing law, he took over the Wolves of Mayhem MC when the other Prez died six years ago.
Skull was an automatic for his leadership skills.
His parents were livid. They died shortly after he joined the MC.
He likes to say they died before they could change their will, leaving their entire estate to him.
Skull embraces Duchess, kissing her on the cheek. “We’re going. If you see them again, call me immediately. Lock this door.”
“Skull, I can’t lock the door to my customers.”
“Lock it, Duchess. You’ll have to manually let them in for now.”
She huffs, but doesn’t show any anger.
While we’re heading to our bikes, Skull says, “Let’s go to your house.”
I swing my leg over my bike and ask, “Why?”
He taps his head. “I got an idea.”
When we arrive, I find Stevie in the greenhouse, covered in dirt, but this damn woman has the biggest grin on her face.
She must have headphones on since she hasn’t heard us.
Her lips are moving, head bobbing to the side as she places a plant inside a planter.
Damn woman’s mood is contagious because I’m fucking smiling.
Skull smacks my chest. “Son of a bitch! Frost’s in love.”
My head does a double take toward him. “In love, my ass.”
“Really?”
From the deck, I see him walk to Stevie.
They’re too far away for me to hear. In the greenhouse, he’s chatting away like a fucking chick.
He nears her, his hand slowly rising to her hair, and a backdraft of heat shoots up to my face.
I’m barreling down the steps, picking up speed until I’m next to Stevie.
So what if he’s got Duchess. That doesn’t mean I want him laughing and touching Stevie.
He’s doing this shit on purpose. The fucker smiles as he attempts to wipe the dirt off her face.
I spin her to face me, and using the bottom of my t-shirt, I rub the dirt off.
Again, she beams up at me, causing me to do the same.
My eyes flick to Skull behind her, arms folded with a smug look on his face.
I point at him and then outside of the greenhouse. “Get the fuck out.”
He laughs, but follows me. Stevie gives us a second glance and returns to her planting. Just seeing him touch her jolted my insides. Like an ignited spark plug.
“Not in love, huh?”
“Fucking shut it.” He smirks at me. “Now, why the hell did you want to come here?”
Skull strolls the perimeter of my property, along the high fence, peeks over my neighbor’s yard and at all the land behind my house and the small forest.
He points. “Who owns this land and how many acres?”
“No idea.”
Skull leans against the fence. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to buy it, and your neighbor’s house, too.”
“What?”
He comes over, smacks my shoulder, and indicates for us to move to the deck.
“This is perfect. I can’t believe I never thought of it before.
We’ll always have enemies, and my goal for the Wolves of Mayhem is to be one huge community.
Possibly become its own town. To watch over each other.
” Skull spreads his arms toward the large open fields.
“I’ll buy the land, and we’ll build on it. A clubhouse, pool, and more homes.”
I light a cigarette, inhale the stress, and blow it out. “I like my fucking privacy, Skull.”
“And you’ll have it. Your place is at the front of the property and already fenced in.
Someone can move into your neighbor’s house, and…
” his arms shoot out toward the yard, “…look at that fucking treasure trove of land. We’ll be one big fucking happy family.
The Rebel Room will remain, but I’ll build a clubhouse in the center here with enough rooms for our prospects and patched members, equipped with gym, party rooms, and more. ”
The guy is on a high. Skull’s never been cheap with the brothers. In fact, he’s generous, giving out money like it’s candy to those who could use the help.
I gaze over at Stevie. Having everyone in a local spot would keep her and the kids safer. And Duchess is expecting, too, so our kids can play together.
Skull breaks my thoughts when he says, “I’ll get everyone together on Friday and announce it at the Rebel Room.”
I blow the smoke upwards, creating smoke rings, and realize this might turn out to be a fucking disaster or fucking perfect.