Page 42 of War

“Harley was a party girl.”I blow out a breath, soothing over my torn nail with my thumb.“She liked to have fun, was flaky as hell, and was also gentle, loving.She was never into the violent side of the biker life.”I sigh, my gaze turning to the window as we enter a driveway.

“Where are we?”I perk up, looking around.

“My place.”

“What?”I exclaim.

“You didn’t think I lived at the club, right?”An amused smile curls his lips.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I thought.You haven’t mentioned living anywhere else.”

Turning the engine off, he opens his door and slides out.“You coming or what?”he asks before slamming the door shut.

Hopping out of my side, I look up at the beautiful wooden structure.It looks like a log cabin, but on a street, not secluded in the woods.I peer over at the neighbor’s house about thirty feet away.

“Rogue, move your ass.”

A massive floor-to-ceiling window stretches across the entire front wall.It’s stunning.

“Wait.”I halt my steps.“Are you bringing me here because I’m not allowed at the club?”

Callan rolls his eyes, groaning.“No.Stop overthinking and come inside.”He takes his key out and leads me up the five steps to the front door.It’s a huge black panel with a long silver handle made for a giant.When the door opens, the lights switch on, illuminating the hallway.Oak floors and cream walls offer a warm, homey vibe.“It’s not fully furnished yet, but I’m getting there.”He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously, watching me.

“It’s gorgeous.Do you own this place?”

“I hope so,” he says, rattling the keys before placing them in a bowl on top of a table.

As we move farther inside, I become self-conscious of my wet clothes dripping on the hardwood floors.He disappears into a room to the right and returns a second later with towels.

“Thank you.”I take one and pat my hair down.“I love the high ceilings.”I trail my gaze to a giant light fixture of twisted black metal dangling in the center.

“A local artist makes those out of old bike and car parts.”He toes off his boots and slips out of his cut, the shirt beneath completely dry, then moves into the living room.A dark leather, L-shaped couch sits around a coffee table overlooking a fireplace.He turns it on, casting a warm glow through the room.

A breakfast bar toward the back catches my attention, partitioning the space between the kitchen and living room.Black gloss cabinets and stainless-steel appliances gleam in the kitchen.

“Have you ever cooked in there?”I nudge my head from the kitchen to the dining table that can seat eight people.“To host dinner parties?”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about dinner parties.That table came with the house.”He tilts his head to the side, watching me as I continue to look around.A staircase leads to what looks like a loft with a railing overlooking the downstairs area.

“Is that a glass-walled shower room?”I ask, wonder in my tone.Thoughts of me lying on his bed watching him shower fire into my mind, and my pussy throbs.

“It is,” he replies huskily.

I walk over to the large window, not seeing anything beyond the pane of glass, just the reflection of the inside.I’m not sure if I prefer it that way or not.Anyone could be out there looking back at me.

“Do you live here alone?”I ask.

“No, I have a wife and three kids hidden away.”

My stomach leaps.I know he’s joking, but my fists ball all the same.“I meant a roommate, ass.”

“I have enough of those at the club.This is just for me.”He raises his brow.“And you, if you want it to be.”I meet his eyes, my heart galloping like a herd of wild horses.

“Things have moved fast between us.”I smile, wringing my hands, my stomach dipping.

“Fast or slow, we’re still heading in the same direction.”He moves closer, licking his bottom lip.I track the action, my core awakening with need.

“With everything we’ve been through, it feels like we’ve known each other for a hundred lifetimes.”He moves behind me, stroking my hair from my shoulder and kissing the delicate space between my neck and ear.

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