Page 20 of Breaker

Jack nods at his dad's words, and I tilt my head, my curiosity building.

I tip my chin at them, walk out of the diner, and head to the truck. I climb in, feeling her family's eyes on us and, as I start the truck, I place my hand in between my girl's juicy thighs, ensuring she knows I'm here for her.

"Alright, bud. Are you ready to drive Gram and Gramps up the wall?" I ask Noah as I look at him in the mirror. He grins wide, and I chuckle, knowing Momma and Crow are going to have their hands full.

I gaze at Quinn to see her looking inside the diner, and I squeeze her thigh, making her turn to me. I give her a smile, which she soon returns. I put the truth in gear and drive, ready to spend the evening alone with my girl. I’m determined to get her to stay the night.

Is it too soon to move her in?

Ten minutes later, I'm driving through the compound gates, turning down the dirt track the leads to the houses we built on club land.

Quinn clears her throat and asks, "I, uh, thought you were taking me home first?"

I try not to grin. She's cute that she thinks the date is over.

I quickly look at her and state, "I wanted some more time, just me and you."

She nods once before looking back out the window at all the houses, and I smile at the hint of a smile on her lips.

She asks, "Are these the brothers’ houses?"

I hum, gently rubbing my thumb along her thigh, and answer, "Yeah, Goldie. I did have a lot to build on, if I didn't want my parents' house. My dad wanted me to have it, but honestly, I can't see myself bringing Noah up anywhere else. When Momma married Crow and moved in with him, I remodeled my parent's room on the ground floor into an office, and the apartment my father built for me in the attic into a little library of sorts, realizing a play area wasn't appropriate. Otherwise, I've basically kept it how it was."

She nods. She’s looking at the houses again when I pull up outside Crows cottage-style, four-bedroom bungalow.

I unclick my belt, look at Noah in the mirror, and smile, seeing he's asleep. Then I look at my girl and say, "Come on, then," but she winces, and I sigh as I try to hide my frustration. She sees it and smiles.

"Don't look at me like that. We've only had five dates?—"

I cut in, "Six," making her chuckle before her eyes soften, and she admits, "I'm not ready, yet."

I nod, letting her off the hook for now, knowing later I have a bigger battle. I lean over and give her a light kiss before climbing out and grabbing Noah. I manage to get him out of the truck without waking him and walk over to Crow's door, which opens. He and Momma look at Quinn through the windshield, making me sigh. I know they wanted to meet her.

"She's not ready," I whisper as I gently transfer Noah into Crow's arms.

He nods and murmurs, "She will be soon, son."

I nod as Momma says, "Maybe I can just go to the truck…."

Crow shakes his head and orders, "Back inside, woman, now."

I laugh and kiss Momma's cheek and Noah's head before jokingly kissing Crows, making him laugh out loud.

He jerks his chin at my truck and grumbles, "Get out of here, you idiot, and make that girl yours."

I laugh and move to do what he says. I make eye contact with Quinn as I walk back to my truck. She has a smile on her face, no doubt humored by my antics.

I climb in and give her a quick kiss before murmuring, "Ready?"

She nods and waves to my momma, who is still standing near the door. That makes my heart melt. Quinn has just shown me that she's willing to try, even though she doesn’t realize it. Momma grins and waves back, and I put my hand up before driving half a mile down the road.

Quinn looks at the house with wide eyes as I pull up in front of the garage.

She states, "Oh wow, this place is amazing…."

I smile and climb out, then walk around to the passenger side, help her out, wrap my arm around her waist, and walk us toward the building. I open the front door, allowing her to go in first, then grab her hand, pulling her to me. I slam the door shut and press her up against it, making her gasp in shock before my lips touch hers.

I slowly press my lips against hers, then add some pressure. As soon as her hand caresses my stubbled cheek, I lick the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth, and my tongue slides in, making me groan at her taste. I slip my hand against the back of her neck, and grip her waist. From her waist, my hand glides down and grabs her ass.

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