Page 31 of Arrow: Riding Rebels MC

“Uhm, no. All businesses are closed today in preparation for our St. Patrick’s Day night out.”

“What’s that, and why do y’all need a whole day to do it?”

I laughed because we didn’t need a whole day, but at the same time, we did.

She handed me the baby and sat next to me to strap her sandals. The past two nights, we moved as if we’d been together for years instead of a short period of time. Now, if I could get her to move into my room, I would be good. However, I wasn’t one for pressuring women, so I relaxed and moved at her pace.

Cecilia was comfortable with me, and I needed to see if she could be that with the guys and their women.

“Technically, we don’t need a whole day, but a lot of the guys participate in the setup, so it’s what you do when you’re a nice boss. Where are y’all going?”

“Gotcha. Is it just for club members, or can I come?” She looked up and smiled. “We’re only going for a walk, to the general store, and we were going to visit you at the shop, but since you’re here, you can join us.”

I looked Cecilia upside her head because her coming out of her shell had her bossy ass thinking she could tell me what I was going to do. The problem was, I was definitely doing what she said. Any time I could get with her and it not be my idea was my type of good time.

“You welcome wherever I am, always. Also, how you gon’ tell me I’m going with y’all? What if I had something to do?”

Cecilia paid me no mind as she tightened Hendrix’s little jacket.

I paid extra for the stuff she wanted to come overnight. She seemed happier, and I couldn’t help but realize it was because Cecilia had never made a decision for herself in her adult life.Being sold to Gideon by her parents had to be a hard pill to swallow. I wanted her to live her best life, and if that meant doing things I wouldn’t normally, I was cool with it. This time had transformed not just her life but mine, and I wanted to see how I could continue to make things better.

I stood from the couch and looked at her hand when she lifted his harness up to me.

“Why are you making that face? Put this on, and you won’t have to hold him the whole time.”

“I’m not putting that shit on my body. You put it on, and when I get tired of holding him, I’ll just hand him to you.”

We had a staring contest for about a full minute before she sucked her teeth.

“You are so extra and annoying.”

It was time to leave for the clubhouse, and Cecilia was locked in the bathroom.

I was trying to be patient, but baby girl had changed her outfit at least five times and had yet to settle on an outfit. Every part of me wanted to blow up because, who was she trying to look good for? After five minutes of silence, I walked up to the bathroom door and banged on it.

Cecilia snatched the door open and recoiled at my stance.

“Shit, my bad. But come on, girl. You doing all this like you want to make sure you look good for somebody specific.” I raised my eyebrow, and she huffed.

“How about I’m trying to look good for me. I have never controlled my look, so I’m trying different things to see if they fit. Maybe I should just stay here and come to the next one.”

The next oneleaving her lips gave me hope I wouldn’t address at the moment.

“Nah. You right, so please forgive my impatience. This is new for you, and you deserve to feel everything out. Honestly, though… a knapsack wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

Cecilia’s cheeks rose, turned rosy, and she dropped her head as the door closed.

I wasn’t trying to spit game to her but simply tell her the truth. I sat on the bed, lay back, and rubbed Hendrix’s back as we waited for his mother. This time, she only took fifteen minutes in the bathroom. When she came out, I blew out a breath and prayed my dick didn’t embarrass me.

I sat up slowly, and she looked down then back at me.

“Does this not work? I need to change?”

“Nah. You look good as fuck. If you don’t already, gone ’head get that in all the colors it come in.”

“Well… thank you.” She giggled. “Uhm, I’m ready.”

I needed a second, so I waited for her to turn around to get Hendrix’s belongings, and I adjusted myself.

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