Page 233 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Why, Noah?Why do I have to?”she asks, quietly.

“Because I fought to come back to you, Rory.I fought to come back and I’m going to fight for you now and I’m not giving up.”

“Noah.”

“I’mnotgiving up.I had a taste of life without you Rory and I never want to fucking experience that again.I’mnotletting you go.”

I give her that vow.I let her stare at me and I can feel her pulse beating harshly against my hand.Before she can respond—possibly to tell me to go fuck myself—I lean in deeper and I take her mouth.

Maybe I surprised her, but she doesn’t close her mouth from me.She opens for my kiss right away.My tongue sweeps in, seeking her.I moan at the familiar taste of her, the heat of her mouth, the sweet depths that I thought I might never taste again.Her tongue comes up shyly to touch mine and I tangle mine with hers.The kiss deepens and I swallow her groan, as her fingers tangle into my hair and she pulls me to her.Our tongues war with one another, our mouths biting at each other as we let our hunger take over and make up for the months we’ve been apart.

“Rory, baby,” I groan, when we break apart just enough to take a breath, before I immediately claim her mouth again.

“Daddy?”Ryan’s voice intrudes, just as my hand moves down to cup Rory’s breast.I squeeze, cursing under my breath as I pull away just enough to look into Rory’s confused face.I see hunger in her gaze though, and for now that’s enough.I squeeze her breast again and even with the sheet and her pajama top between, I still feel her hardened nipple press against my palm.

“Hey sleepyhead,” I respond, forcing myself to let Rory go and face my son.

“You were kissing Rory,” he says.

“Yeah, I was,” I tell him, hearing Rory take in a shuddering breath.

“You two like each other again?”Ryan asks, proving my son is more observant than anyone gives him credit for—including myself.

“God, I hope so,” I whisper, watching as Rory bites on her bottom lip, studying me.

“Cool.Are we going to have breakfast together?I can help Rory make blueberry pancakes,” he says and Rory’s gaze doesn’t leave mine.I grin, she does too—although much more cautiously.

“I could use some pancakes,” I answer.

“Yes!”Ryan answers.“Right on!”

“Right on,” I murmur quietly, letting my lips touch Rory’s again quickly before I pull back and we let Ryan take over our morning.I don’t know what’s going through her mind, but I’ve gotten through to her—at least a little—and damn if I’m not going to build on that.

I’m not letting her go again.

Chapter36

Rory

“Don’tyou ever feel like grabbing one of those bitches by their stringy hair and slamming their face into a wall?”I mutter over my drink as I see another woman with a loose t-shirt that hangs off her shoulder and a G-string—and yes, that’s all she’s wearing—lean over Diesel, giggling.He’s been ignoring them all and this one in particular he gives what I’ve come to call “the look”.It’s designed to make a woman cold clean through, and if you’re smart, it will make you run.I don’t know how intelligent this woman is, but she does leave and I sigh.Diesel looks over at me and gives me a small smile.I don’t fully return it, but I give a tight one in return.I’m still sorting my way through my head.

Diesel gave me his speech two days ago.He made a lot of valid points and I can’t discount them.Still, I can’t let myself trust him again—not right now.I’m trying, but I’m a mess inside and I am not sure the man won’t turn cold again at the drop of a hat.He’s giving me space.We spend time together—although Ryan is always there.He hasn’t tried to kiss me again which I’m glad for, but also a little sad about.

I’m definitely a mess.

“I ignore them.They’re just club candy,” Torrent says staring at her lemonade and then back at my beer longingly.

“They’re sluts,” I grumble.“And, it’s not that I’m into shaming women.They do them, I do me—normally.But these bitches are all barely dressed.What is with the white t-shirts, no bras, and thongs?Is that like a uniform for them?I swear I’d have to fumigate a seat before I put my ass where they are.”

Torrent laughs.“The boys get randy often, they want easy access,” she laughs and at that thought I want to hurl.

“Here we go ladies, Fireball for me and Rory and a Sprite with cherry juice, sans vodka for Tori,” Dani says, coming behind us.

“Gee thanks,” Torrent grumbles and despite the fact I wish I was in her shoes, I giggle.

“I should probably have what Torrent is having,” I say with a sigh.“I’m not sure a shot of Fireball is something I should do.Honestly, that might loosen me up enough so I go over there and beat that bitch up with those fake boobs she keeps trying to rub in Diesel’s face.I’m pretty sure I can slam her face into her own boobs and her head will bounce like it’s on a damn trampoline for hours,” I grumble.

Dani snorts and Torrent laughs so hard that she almost chokes on her drink.

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