Chapter Seven #3
With ninja-like finesse, I swoop her hair off her face and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky.
Nobody knows better than me that I don’t deserve her, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m a selfish fuck who’ll never let her go.
I feel like a stalker as I watch her chest rise and fall.
I could spend the rest of my life like this and never want for another thing.
I’m fascinated by the way her nose twitches and her eyes flutter before they finally open. So damn beautiful.
“Good morning, baby.”
“Morning. What time is it?”
“Five.”
“In the morning?” The way her eyes flare in shock is adorable.
“Yeah, woman,” I chuckle. “I’m about to go to the gym but was having a hard time convincing myself to leave you alone in this bed,” I admit, squeezing her naked ass.
“Can I go with you?” she says through her giggles as I flip her onto her back.
“Can do any goddamn thing you want, baby. Who’s going to stop you, huh?” With a peck to her lips, I push off the bed and head for the bathroom.
After switching on the shower, I handle my morning business.
I can hear Birdie laughing from the bed as I take the longest piss ever.
I quickly flush the toilet and wash my hands.
Brushing my teeth, I’m caught off guard when Birdie slides in behind me and wraps her arms around my middle.
Pressing her face into my back, I barely make out the words as she thanks me.
“What for, darlin’?”
“For being so good to me. This thing between us has been fast and furious, but it feels good. So . . . thank you.”
Turning in her arms, I sift my hands through her sleep-mussed hair and savor the look of contentment plastered on her face.
I don’t deserve her, and that won’t ever change, but she’s mine now.
I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take her from me.
The thought of someone even trying stirs the devil inside me.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up and head to the gym.”
“Okay.” Lifting on her toes, she presses the sweetest kiss on my cheek before climbing into the shower.
An hour later, we’re walking into the gym, and immediately, I regret bringing her. Every steroid-juicing motherfucker in the building is looking at Sierra like he wants to eat her for breakfast.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I snarl at the fuckhead checking out her ass. Diverting his gaze, he focuses all his attention on the leg press. He better look the fuck away.
“Are you okay?” Sierra quietly asks as we approach the counter.
“Fine, why?” I start to think catching a charge is a real possibility as Rock blatantly stares at Birdie’s tits.
“Because you’re growling like a bear, babe,” she says, hiding her smile.
“Come here, woman.” Pulling her closer, I take her mouth in a claiming kiss while flipping Rock the bird. These motherfuckers, need to take a fucking hint. Sierra is mine.
“Was that necessary?” she asks against my lips.
“Yes!” I growl, making her giggle.
“You about done mauling her, brother?” Looking over Birdie’s shoulder, Rock is still smirking.
“Says the man who gets pissed when another man looks at G,” I shoot back while looking from him to the bimbo who’s trying to get his attention.
“Oh! Your G’s man? I met her, and she was very sweet.
” Rock narrows his eyes at Birdie and looks like he’s about to spout off before thinking better of it and walking away.
He needs to get the fuck over himself. If he doesn’t like people saying shit about him and the little club girl, he needs to cut the poor girl loose.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, baby. G’s a club girl that Rock called dibs on. Nobody will touch her until he’s done with her.”
“What? That’s . . . that’s . . . what an asshole.”
“You can’t be saying shit like that about a club member, Birdie.
G knows the score. It’s what she signed up for.
What they do is their business, and you need to stay out of it, yeah?
” Much like Rock, she turns on her heel without a word.
Fuck. Leave it to Rock to cause problems. I don’t want to fight with her when we just started this thing between us, and everything has been going so great, so I choose to ignore it for now.
“You want to lift with me, baby?” I ask, nodding to the free weights.
“Yeah.”
“Good. At least if you’re close, I can keep all these fucking poachers away from you.”
“You’re crazy,” she mumbles, shaking her head.
She’s wrong. I ain’t fucking crazy. She just has no clue how gorgeous she is.
For the next forty-five minutes, we lift free weights before moving on to the arm and core machines.
Watching her now, her form is perfect, and every time she bends, all I can think about is grabbing that long mane of hair and fucking her from behind.
When my cock starts to thicken, I know it’s time to call it quits.
The last thing I need is to be walking around this place with a stiffy.
“What has you smiling?” Birdie asks as I climb behind the wheel.
“You, baby. Just happy to be with you.” Clasping her hand in mine, I shift into drive and head for the diner. As I look over at my co-pilot riding shotgun, it hits me. I haven’t felt this good in a very long time.