Page 160 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Yeah.She means something to me.”

“Then I’m going to check it out and I’ll do this one without a marker and because I just fucked my wife, got another baby on the way and when we get off this phone I’m going to go fuck her again.Life is good.Want to spread that around too,” he says.

“Not sure there’s a reason.Ex hasn’t showed back up since the beatdown.Chances are he ran out of here quick.He pled guilty to trespassing, paid fees out of the ass, and no one has heard from him since.”

“I’ll still do it.I’m feeling giving because I just fucked?—”

“Don’t need to hear that shit again, Marcum.”

“Maybe I just like repeating it,” he laughs.“Whatever, I’ll check it out, because you have the worst damn luck in the world when it comes to women.This would make me sleep better at night.”

“Funny you’d think fucking your wife would help you sleep better,” I say with a smirk.

“It probably would if she didn’t snore,” he jokes back.

“Thanks for the assist, man,” I tell him, my face going serious again.

“Be in touch, Mijo.Call your brothers—at least one that you trust.Do they even know where you are?”

“A couple probably do by now.They know I own a place here in Montana.I doubt they’ve told the others.I told them I’d be in touch in time… and I will.I’m just not ready yet,” I tell Marcum.He’s silent for a minute and I can almost hear the wheels turning in his head from here.

“Fair enough.I’ll check in soon.Might take a few days, but I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“Sounds good.‘Preciate it man,” I respond.

“Later, Mijo.”

“Later, Brother.”

We hang up and I stare at my phone, willing Rory to call me.

She never does.

Chapter34

Rory

Sixty bucks down the drain.The only thing I accomplished was avoiding Noah.I did that, but it didn’t change the fact that I missed him.I did—horribly.I’ve never missed another person in my life like I am Noah.I fear I wasn’t falling in love with Noah.I’m scared I’malreadyin love with him.

Which sucks for me really, because Noah made it clear he’s comfortable with me only if I’m at a distance.It had been three days and two nights away from him, but almost every hour on the hour I was remembering the anger…almost hateon his face when he left me to stand in front of Ryan.I don’t know what he expected I would do to Ryan, or at all really.What I did know was it hurt and every time I thought about it that hurt came back.

I pulled into my driveway and when I see Noah’s truck, my heart immediately begins beating faster.I’d like to think that reaction is out of anger and maybe a little fear, because I don’t want to face him yet.I don’t know what to say to him.I don’t take the time to decipher my emotions, however.I need to hurry and get out of my vehicle and get inside.I don’t think Noah will come after me, he has Ryan and he won’t leave him alone to come to my house—which means safety comes only when I get inside.Then again, I may be just acting stupid.It’s doubtful I mean enough to Noah for him to even come over.

For some reason that thought makes me sad.

I leave my crap in my car.I can get it out tomorrow, while Noah is taking Ryan to school.I make it to the front door and I’m so nervous, I drop my key.I pick it up, but before I get the chance to put it in and turn it, a large hand reaches out and caps overtop of mine, taking over control of the key.I jump, but I don’t scream—only because I can smell Noah’s aftershave, and I know the press of his body against mine.I can feel his scruffy beard against my shoulder as his head comes down and he whispers in my ear.

“About time you got back, Gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice is coarse and it sends vibrations through my body that unfortunately seem to stop between my legs.

“You need to leave,” I tell him, my voice tight.

He ignores me, turns the key and then opens the door.I try to remain glued to the doorstep, but he doesn’t allow that either.He gives me a gentle push, his hand firm on my back and with that and the pressure of his body so close to mine, I stumble inside.

I immediately make space between us and turn to face him.That was probably a mistake for several reasons—the first being that he looks really good in faded jeans and a worn black t-shirt with the words Silver Bullet Band emblazoned across it.

Damn him.

“You need to leave, Noah,” I tell him again, doing my best to make my voice stern, despite the pleasure that is moving through me just from seeing him again.

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