Page 114 of Bullet

Careful of my ribs, she lay next to me. “I already told you. I had to go.”

“Kodiak was there. Rogue and the guys were on their way.”

She laced her fingers with mine. “Maybe, but I love you, and I couldn’t just do nothing.”

“Ah, fuck, brown eyes.” I ignored the pain and kissed her. She fucking loved me. I couldn’t fucking breathe without her.

“Bullet, wait.”

“I need inside you.” My dick strained against my boxers.

“You just told Willow you’d listen to doctor’s orders.”

“I did, but she didn’t know you were going to marry me and let me put babies in you.”

She laughed. “I think you need further examination. You’re hallucinating.”

A knock sounded on the door.

“Don’t move.” Stormy climbed off the bed, crossed the room, and opened the door.

“Willow said he’s patched up. I need to see him.” Scarlett tried to step into the room, but Stormy blocked her way, partially closed the door, and then she glanced over her shoulder at me.

A white gauze bandage covered my left breast where my nipple piercing had ripped from my skin. Blues, purples, and reds created a watercolor of bruises across my torso. Scarlett had seen me busted up after a fight. I’d been in her bed. We’d partied and fucked around together. Never again.

I couldn’t protect Stormy from my past, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to give her a reason to doubt our future.

I was covered by my boxers, but my dick and my body belonged to her. Not Scarlett or any other woman belonged in a bedroom with me. But I didn’t want Stormy fighting my battles. I’d need to have a conversation with all of them.

“I know they’re worried,” Stormy said. “Do you want me to assure them you’re okay?”

I nodded. “But I need to start setting boundaries with the girls.” I was never going to be in a bedroom with another woman, except maybe Willow because she was stitching me back together. I was a changed man, but I was still a fighter.

Stormy smiled, stepped into the hall, and closed the door.

“Are you going to get out of my way?” Scarlett asked.

I heard their conversation through the door.

“No. He needs to rest.”

“What’s going on?” Bristol was getting in on the conversation.

I carefully slid my legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m going to stay out of his business,” Stormy said. “I trust him with you, Bristol, and the other girls. I’m not taking him away from you. He’s a good man, but he’smyman.”

My head was spinning but had nothing to do with the concussion. I loved hearing her get territorial and shit over me.

Scarlett laughed. “Do you think he’s going to be monogamous?”

Fuck, yeah, I was. I was going to ride my woman as hard as I rode my bike. I wanted to feel herwrapped around my dick, wet and coming, with her nails clawing my back.

“He doesn’t just belong to you,” Scarlett continued.

“He’s been hers for months.” Bristol was still coming to Stormy’s rescue. “We just didn’t know it. She’s the only one who’ll be riding his dick.”

Bristol understood me well.

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