Page 90 of Bullet

She shifted as if to scoot away, but I locked her in place, banding my arm around her. “We’re not done.”

“I’m sorry.” She braced her hands on my chest. “It won’t happen again.”

“I know.” I pulled her face to mine and slid my mouth over hers. The soft fullness of her lips parted, and my tongue met hers.

Sinking my fingers into her hair, I angled her head and deepened the kiss. The sound of her kissing me, the taste of her tongue, the scent of her skin, and the feel of her hands on me sent a rush of blood into my cock.

A quiet moan slipped from her lips. I gripped her hips and lifted her to straddle my groin. “I lost you once, brown eyes. I can’t lose you again.”

She stilled and our gazes met. “What are we doing, Bullet?”

“Fuck if I know. This is all new to me. Not knowing where you were, had me out of my fucking head.” Not because I didn’t trust her or because she had some shit responsibility to me. She didn’t.

But I had a responsibility to her. And I was in unfamiliar territory with a woman. With Stormy, I wanted her to care about me. She was mine now. Barras was dead anyway, but if he touched her, I’d take him to my barn where I could take my time killing him.

“I knew it was a mistake to go,” she said, sliding off me and sitting with her legs crossed. “But I couldn’t say no to her. I didn’t want to. I like her, and I guess I wanted to be a part of this for a little while.”

“I want you to have friends.” Jazzy and Hana would be a bad influence. The kind of influence that would make Stormy a Heller. She was good for me in the same way Hana was good for Blade. Jazzy was a nightmare, but she was good for Rogue, too, even though she kept his balls in a vise grip.

“They’re great girls. We got burgers and fries from Jay Swings and went to Wild Ink. I had brunch with Hana and Jazzy, and I got a tattoo.”

“The fuck—” One afternoon and their influence had her breaking rules, and getting ink?

She laughed, and I was fucked. I tackled her, and she clung to me, her arms around my shoulders, and her legs wrapping around my hips. If Rogue or my Heller brothers could see me, they’d see me melting on the inside for her.

“I’m teasing,” she said.

“Good, if you want ink, I’ll go with you.” I stretched her arms over her head and pinned her wrists to the bed. “I’d never stop you from doing what you want. Unless you’re leaving the MC without me. That shit can’t happen as long as Barras is out there.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, but once I was out with the girls, I had fun.”

“I’m going to worry.” I released her and pulled her up to sit next to me again. “It isn’t a secret that I don’t want you with any of my Heller brothers because I want you with me. Stormy, I don’t want you to leave. After all this shit is over, I want you to stay…with me.”

She licked her lips. “We would both be risking a lot. What happens if whatever this is between usends? Wouldn’t we just be delaying the inevitable? I’d still have to start over.”

“I don’t need promises. Just a day at a time.”

She spun the ring on my middle finger, her soft hands contrasting against the rough callouses of mine. “What if one day you resent me because you’ve given up your girls and your way of life?”

“Fuck, kitten, we can’t think like that. I have a shit history, and it’s hard for you to trust, but I don’t want to live with regrets.”

“I already live with enough regrets.” Her voice was whisper quiet. “I don’t want you to be another one for me.”

I couldn’t fault her for wanting to be cautious. “Give me time. Let me prove I can be loyal.”

She tilted her head and stared into my eyes, as if she was trying to judge my sincerity. “Bullet, my regret would be in not trying, of giving in to my fears, and missing out on a chance that there could be an us.”

I dusted my knuckles along her cheek. “I’m going to make mistakes, but I won’t fuck around on you.”

She smiled. “Hmm, I didn’t think exclusive was in your vocabulary.”

Me either. I had a girlfriend for the first time in my life. “Come on.” I clasped her hand in mine and tugged her from the bed.

“Where are we going?”

“On a date.”

After Stormy changed into jeans, calmed Levi’s fears that I’d lost my shit on her, and declared we were going on a date, we left the MC. I sat on my Harley, and Stormy tugged on her gloves as I clipped herhelmet strap under her chin. Once she was seated behind me and her arms were around my waist, I revved the throttle, the pipes rumbled, and the road became a blur beneath our feet.

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