Page 13 of Alice & Meg

“What can I say? I was born to bake.”

Alice

“I think she liked me.”

Wrecker leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not anything about you not to like, babe.”

I splashed my face with warm water and washed off my makeup.

Wrecker and I had gotten back to our room a few minutes ago, and I was ready to pass out for the night.

“I think King liked you and Pipe, too.”

Wrecker shrugged. “Don’t be trying to pair us up, Alice. Just because you hit things off with his ol’ lady doesn’t mean King has to become my new best friend.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the towel off the rack. “Come on, how can you guys not be friends? You’re both prez of MCs and extremely sexy.”

Wrecker grunted.

“I mean, you’re sexier, of course.” I dropped the towel next to the sink and flipped off the lights. Wrecker stayed, blocking the doorway.

“Bedtime, beardilocks. You’ve got a big day ahead of you of meetings, and I need to find a grocery store in the morning.” I stepped toward him, but he didn’t budge. “Are you mad at me?” I asked. I wrapped my arms around his waist and tipped my head back to look at him. “You’ve been quiet since we got back to the room.”

He shrugged. “Just been thinking.”

“About?” I asked.

“King is so well-known here. Accomplished.”

I nodded. “Yeah, all of you guys seemed to know him.” I didn’t know what Wrecker was getting at.

“I want that.”

“Baby,” I whispered. “You are accomplished.” Wrecker had done so much in the years I had been with him. Hell, he had saved my ass at least a dozen times.

“Not like King, though. I’m not going to walk into a room and get a round of applause like he did.”

I reached up and cupped his cheek. “Well, you walk into the clubhouse, and each and every one of your guys will clap for you.”

“Yeah,” Wrecker laughed, “that’s not really what I’m talking about, babe.”

I realized Wrecker had always been the biggest personality in the room before tonight. He was the one everyone looked up to and knew. Until tonight.

“You know, I think you might be more well-known than you think you are. When we walked into that room tonight, I noticed everyone looked at you, and I lost count of how many guys had shaken your hand and talked to you. They knew you, honey.” My strong, handsome, and confident Wrecker was feeling a little less than, and I got it. I was used to being the big personality in the room, and tonight, I had to share that with Meg. It didn’t make me any less, though. Hell, it made me realize that she would be a hoot to hang out with.

“I guess it just made me realize that maybe I want to be known for something,” he confessed.

“You’re known for being a kind yet firm Prez, Wrecker. There are so many people who look up to you and want to be half the man you are. Your two sons included. You know Kingston and Fox think you hung the moon, baby, along with Eden.”

He brushed my hair back and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Thank you, babe. I guess I was just feeling a little less than sitting next to one of my idols I look up to.”

“I’ll always be here to remind you of how amazing you are. It’s part of my job,” I laughed.

“You’re doing a damn good job,” he rumbled.

He swung me up into his arms and stalked toward the bed. I felt a rush of warmth envelop me, his strong arms cradling me with ease. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of leather and the faint smell of motor oil filled my senses. With each step, his presence grounded me, reminding me that this was my wonderful life, and I never wanted it to change.

He set me down next to the bed and pulled my shirt over my head. “You’re fucking perfect, Alice,” he whispered.

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