Page 35 of My Dream

We made our way over to the food table, and I piled up a plate of pizza. I made sure to grab enough for Fallon, too.

“I didn’t know you worked at Domino’s,” she teased Adalee. “I thought you were cooking up a storm for dinner.”

Adalee grabbed a slice and winked at Fallon. “Oh yeah. I worked up a sweat ordering pizza with Fade’s credit card. And this is just as good as a home-cooked meal. Fed is best, after all.”

Sloane snorted. “I think they say that about breastfeeding or formula-feeding babies. I’m not sure it applies to bikers.”

“Pretty sure all of these guys wouldn’t be against being breastfed,” Dove cracked and earned a laugh from the group.

“Amen to that,” Throttle cheered, grabbed Dove around the waist, and pulled her in for a kiss.

The camera crew swarmed them instantly and focused on them like they had just struck gold. I guess sex did sell.

Pirate rolled his eyes. “Speak for yourselves,” he grumbled and reached around me to grab a slice of pizza. “We haven’t had a good party in ages. I can’t remember the last time—”

“Stop right there,” Yarder called and cut him off. “I don’t want to hear a damn word that involves you and breastfeeding.”

Pirate muttered something under his breath and grabbed another slice. “Fucking prude,” he grumbled, but everyone was too busy laughing to care.

I didn’t care either. My focus was on Fallon. I led her over to a table, set my plate down, and grabbed her hand. It was crowded, and there was only one chair left.

“There’s only one chair here,” Fallon whispered.

I chuckled and slid into the seat. “Plenty of room, babe.” Without a second thought, I pulled her into my lap. My arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as my other hand grabbed a slice of pizza.

The room seemed to go quiet for a split second. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, but I didn’t care. They probably thought it was part of the act, but it wasn’t.

I wasn’t hiding what I wanted anymore. Fallon wasn’t just some girl I was playing along with for the cameras. She was mine. And I wasn’t going to pretend like she wasn’t.

“Anyone need a drink?” Smoke called from across the room.

I turned to Fallon. “You want anything, babe?”

She looked at me, her eyes wide, and whispered, “My own chair.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Remember what happened five minutes ago?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“This is part of being mine,” I said, my voice low.

She shifted a little in my lap and squirmed slightly. “We’re going kind of fast, aren’t we?”

I grinned. “I didn’t see any posted speed limit signs, babe.”

She cupped my cheek with her hand, and her fingers traced over my stubbled skin. “You’re crazy, Compass,” she whispered. A playful smile curled on her lips.

I pressed a soft kiss to her palm. “What do you want to drink?”

“Something strong,” she laughed. “I think I’m going to need it.”

I nodded and called over to Smoke, “I’ll take a beer, and Fallon wants something strong. Do your worst, Smoke.”

“Oh, we’re drinking,” Poppy cheered and clapped his hands. “Make me one of those, too, Smoke.”

Sloane laughed. “Oh hell, better make six of them and keep them coming!”

I shook my head and chuckled. “Look what you started.”

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