Page 56 of The Devil's Weakness

“Sure thing, little girl.” I wink at her and grab a pair of jeans from my drawer.

I watch her get dressed as I pull the denim over my naked body. My cock is sensitive as fuck, but ready to go again.

This girl drives me wild.

She throws the shirt over her head before standing. When she does, the fabric falls around her body like a curtain, blocking my view of her all the way to her knees. I make a mental note toaccidentallybuy some t-shirts in a smaller size, so they don’t cover as much of her. Watching her slide her slender legs into my boxer shorts is a type of erotic feeling I haven’t felt before. She looks just as sexy in my baggy boxers as she did in her thong.

After that, she curls back into the sheet and sits on my bed with her legs crossed in front of her.When dinner is over, we are going to have the talk that I promised her. I walk over to her and place my hand under her chin. Bringing her face to mine, I plant a kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods.

I turn away from her and leave the room. I have half a mind to lock her in there because I’m not positive she won’t try to run again, but I won’t do that to her.

Never again.

When I reach the first floor, the vision of her on the ground and Stone standing over her flashes through my mind. I clench my fists and take a deep breath, trying to compose myself before I enter the dining room. The chatter ceases when I approach the table. Bon-Bon is the first to speak.

“Where’s the girl?” she asks me suspiciously.

Ol’ ladies aren’t incredibly welcoming of other girls right off the bat. It’s not like Bon-Bon to ask after a random girl that one of us brings to the clubhouse. Not that Sasha is a random girl, but Bon-Bon is an incredibly intuitive person. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if she put two and two together that Sasha is the girl I’ve been obsessing over.

A couple of months after the night at the diner, Bon-Bon and I were sitting around the fire behind the clubhouse. Everyone else had already gone to bed. She told me it looked like I was trying to figure out the cure for cancer by how hard I was concentrating on whatever it was I was thinking about.

Bon-Bon is Iron’s sister, and she’s been like an aunt to me since Iron took me in. I grew up around her, and we’ve always had a special bond. I don’t divulge many details of my life with her, but I am open with her to an extent. So, when she started poking around for answers that night, I finally caved and told her about Sasha. Not her name or how we came to meet. Only that she was too good for me, and I wouldn’t ruin her life by introducing her to mine.

She pins me with a knowing stare that confirms she knows Sasha is the girl that I’ve spoken to her about a few times over the past two years.

“She’s upstairs. She’s not feeling up for company tonight. Would you mind if I take our dinner to go?”

My eyes shoot to Stone’s for a second. He can’t bring himself to look at me. We have as much healing to do as he and Sasha have. We’ll all get there. Believe it or not, this isn’t the worst shit our Club has been through. But we’re family, and we always bounce back.

“Course not,” Bon-Bon answers. “Let me help you plate it up.”

Stone is the Club President, but Bon-Bon rules the house. When it comes to cooking, cleaning, prepping for a long ride, anything that needs a mother’s touch, she’s the boss.

“Thanks, Bon. I’m going to go visit Iron really quick. I’ll grab those on my way back.”

I pat Bon-Bon on the back appreciatively and head across the house into the infirmary.

“... told you, I’m not a toddler. I don’t need you to feed me.” I hear Iron grumbling at Hawk as I enter the sterile room.

“Fine, you old fart,” Hawk shoots back at Iron as he lays his fork down on the table that’s positioned over Iron’s bed.

“He’s not giving you a hard time, is he, Hawk?” I laugh.

Iron rarely likes to accept help from anyone.

I watch on as Iron grabs his fork from the table. He’s definitely moving slower than he usually does. I guess that’s to be expected.

“Hey man, how you feeling?”

“Better now that Hawk’s got that god awful brace off of me,” he answers.

“I noticed that. Must mean your neck wasn’t hurt when you fell?”

“Not very. I’ve got some bitchin’ whiplash, but that’s the worst of it,” Iron explains.

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