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Well, I wasn’t going to stoop to his level, I wasn’t going to show him how much he’d hurt me. He could do whatever he wanted. All I cared about was Sam and his happiness. I should have been happy that Rock had reminded me of my no sex rule, even if my body was telling me that I was a fool. As we stood there staring at one another it dawned on me that I was still naked. Lifting my head, I pushed away from the wall as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Have a good time then.” I felt Rock’s eyes on me as I walked away. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, I reminded myself, as I fought to keep from grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me.

I was proud of how calmly I reached for my sleep tee. I turned back his way as I slipped it over my head. The thin material caught on the tips of my wet breasts. Our eyes met before his gaze dropped to them. Heat infused me as I pulled the material down slowly until it covered my pussy and rested against the top of my thighs, and then I reached for my panties.

Rock moved and I found myself frozen as he stopped in front of me, a crooked grin on his face. He took my panties from me and bent down. Neither of us spoke as I lifted first one foot and then the other. Inch by inch he tugged the silk up my legs, pausing when he reached the top of my thighs, close to my pussy.

“Lift your shirt, babe.”

I did so without question. His hot breath touched me where I wanted his tongue. I closed my eyes and fought for control. Before I could stop it my hand dropped to his shoulder for support. I wondered why he was taking so long, but when I chanced a glance down he was looking up at me.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said in a deep tone. His nostrils flared, and then his tongue snaked out and he licked me right over my clit. I shuddered wildly with a moan that sounded overloud in the small bathroom. “Best tasting, too,” he added. He pulled up my panties and stood again.

Without another word he spun on his heel and left the bathroom, leaving me in a state of dizzy arousal and confusion. When my heartbeat had returned to normal I took a deep breath, waited a couple of minutes, and left the bathroom.

Screw Rock and his ability to make me want him with just a look.

I had a son to take care of.

Chapter 14

Rock

Jesus Christ, what was I doing? It was as if the taste I’d had of Allie back in Cedar Key had turned me into an addict, and she was my drug of choice. We’d been out of control, fucking lunatics screwing our brains out when we’d been together years ago, but the feelings she evoked in me now were nothing compared to then. How the fuck was I going to live under the same roof with her, and not have her?

It was my fault that we were in this situation. Things could have been worked out differently had we taken the time to think it over, had I not been so controlling. But as soon as I saw her again nothing else had mattered but having her back in my life, and I’d been willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. Threatening to take Sam had been low, even for me, but the truth was, I’d wanted my son just as much. He was mine. Probably the single most important thing I’d ever done in my life.

If I hadn’t chased Allie away when she’d told me that she was pregnant, we wouldn’t have been strangers now. I intended to make up for lost time. Allie may not have liked or agreed with my intentions, but that was too fucking bad. I braced my hands against the wall and let the scolding water run down my backside. No matter how long I stood there, it didn’t wash away the shit that was my life. The chaos and danger of being in an MC, the killing and the threats, and now this new shit Covacks wanted to involve us in. It would mean a lot of money for the club, but at what price?

I turned the water off and left the shower. As soon as I stepped into my bedroom the aroma of something delicious reached my nose. Allie must have found something to cook for dinner. I’d had a pizza delivered for their lunch, but when I’d opened the box to grab a slice I’d found that all that was left was stripped of cheese and pepperoni. It hadn’t taken a genius to know that my son had been the culprit, and I had to laugh. I could remember doing the same damned thing when I’d been a kid.

Once I was dry I threw on a clean tee with the club logo on it, and a pair of jeans. I was at the top of the stairs when I took in the scene below. “Domestic” was the first word that came to mind, and for a minute it was easy to think that we were a happy little family. Allie had set the table, and she was dishing up something on a plate in front of Sam. Whatever the fuck it was it made my mouth water. The closer I got I was able to make out some kind of pasta dish, and a basket of crispy bread.

“Where the hell did you find the stuff to make this?” I asked, reaching the table. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done any shopping, and I sure as fuck couldn’t remember the last time a dinner had been cooked in my kitchen.

“You had a package of hamburger in the freezer that, thank God, didn’t have freezer burn.” She was dishing out some food onto her plate as she spoke. “You have a lot of outdated canned goods, but I found a jar of spaghetti sauce, a box of pasta, and some seasonings, so this seemed like the obvious choice.”

She sat down, leaving me to help myself. “Smells good,” I said, giving myself a big serving. “Thanks for setting a place for me.”

“Seemed only right, since this is your house and your food,” she responded while reaching for a piece of bread. “There was half a loaf of bread in the fridge, so I decided to make garlic bread with it.”

“Allie−” She glanced up just as she was putting a bite into her mouth. “This is your home now, yours and Sam’s. Make yourself comfortable.” She opened her pretty mouth to say something and I shook my head, warning her that I didn’t want to hear it. Then those pretty lips pressed together, making me grin around the mouthful of spaghetti I was chewing.

“Can I have more bread, Mom?”

Allie turned her attention to Sam. “Two is enough, Sam. Finish your pasta.”

“How many does Dad get?” he asked in a defiant little tone.

“As many as he wants, he’s a big man.”

“I want to be big like him.”

I smiled and gave Sam a wink. “It takes a lot of time and hard work to get to be my size,” I explained. “You eat too much bread and pasta, and you’ll end up looking like Humpty Dumpty instead.”

Sam giggled. Allie stared at me as if wondering how I knew anything about Humpty Dumpty. I shrugged and winked, before digging into my dinner. It was tasty. Not the best spaghetti I’d ever eaten, but a hundred times better than the shit the club girls dished up. I had a sneaking suspicion that all they did was open up a can. They weren’t there for their cooking skills anyway.

I thought about what I’d told Allie earlier, in the bathroom. She hadn’t seemed to care when I’d said that I would just go to the club to see to my needs. It’d been a while since I’d fucked a club girl. I hadn’t wanted to since finding Allie. But I was a man with needs, and if she was going to lock her pussy up, she couldn’t blame me for going elsewhere. There was no fucking way I was giving up pussy.

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