Page 43 of Echoes of Temptation

Two hours later, we’re pulling into the parking lot of the Obsidian MC. For the past couple of hours, I felt like I was flying. It was the most amazing feeling. I might get a motorcycle after all.

“What’s with the scowl?” Ghost asks King. It takes my legs a few seconds to get used to standing again so King keeps his hands on my hips.

Looking back, I can see that Ghost was right. King doesn’t look nearly as happy as I feel.

“I just spent the past two hours with my woman plastered to my back while listening to her cheer and laugh. I’m hard as fuck. Now I have to spend the rest of the day with you fuckers fawning over her.”

“He’s in a mood,” Blaze says, coming to a stop beside his president.

Ignoring King I rush forward and hug both Blaze and Ghost.

“I think I want a motorbike,” I tell them. “Something super colorful. Maybe pastel pink or purple. Where do I go to get that done?”

Both men look down at me with looks of horror.

Okay, note to self. Ask Bitsy.

“Come on you crazy woman,” Blaze says. “We have a lot of people who want to grovel.”

“No groveling,” I say, following behind the beast. “No apologizing. I’m not mad at anyone.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Ghost says. “Whatever you say.”

***Seven hours later***

If one more person says, I’m sorry, I’m going to freaking lose it.

“Listen, I’m…”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Jax,” I warn. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.”

Between Ghost, Venom, Viper, Blaze, Steel, Jax, Colt, and King, I have heard those two words enough to last a lifetime. Five lifetimes. At one point, I had to stand on a table and tell everyone to just stop. Thank goodness for Ma and Pops. Who I learned are the actual parents of Ghost, Venom, Viper, Blaze, and Steel are considered the parents to the whole club.

I’ve been ordered to call them Ma and Pops by none other than Pops himself.

They got everyone to leave me alone after the third hour of the guys trying to prove to me how sorry they were.

“I was just going to say that I’m heading out for ice cream and wanted to know what your favorite flavor was.”

I don’t believe a single word he just said and it has nothing to do with Colt laughing behind him. But now, I’m going to make him stick with his story.

“Strawberry,” I smile sweetly. “And the only place to get ice cream at this hour is Grandma Sue’s.”

His eyes widen and I can’t help but laugh. Grandma Sue’s is this little dairy bar that stays open until midnight during the week. However, the woman who runs the place is a fowl woman. She’s rude from the second you walk in the door. Apparently, she’s the original Grandma Sue’s great-granddaughter.

It won’t be much longer before the place has no choice but to close. It gets next to no business these days. Which is sad, because their ice cream is handmade and delicious.

“Jax is going to Grandma Sue’s for ice cream,” I yell out. “Come place your order.”

The panic on the man’s face is comical.

“Hell yeah,” someone shouts. “Someone grab a piece of paper. Better yet, I’ll just text you my order.”

“That was evil,” King says, wrapping an arm around my waist and one across my chest effectively trapping me against his body. Not that I mind.

“That was pure genius,” Knox says. “I put my order in for a peanut butter soft serve.”

“I did warn him,” I shrug. “I understand that everyone is sorry. I just hope everyone understands that I forgive them. I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the reason they’re all sorry.”

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