Page 82 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

His smile dims, but he shakes his head. “That’s okay. But I want to get yours.”

I giggle. “I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were on some kind of happy pills.”

“I don’t need a damn pill. You make me happy. You, Tori. Hell, I’ve never been this happy.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rafe—

I drop Tori off at her car in the morning, intending to follow her to the mill.

We’re standing at the open door of her car, kissing like we’ll never see each other again. Kissing and grinning. There’s been a lot of that this morning, too.

Finally, I break away from her delicious mouth, moaning. “When’s your first class?”

“Nine.”

I check my watch.

“But you’re going to be late for work,” she says, watching me.

My phone chimes, and I look at it.

“What is it?” Tori asks.

“Nothing. Just need to swing by the clubhouse. You go on, and I’ll be right behind you.”

“All right.” She gives me another peck, then climbs behind the wheel. “I’ll see you soon. Be careful.”

“You too, babe.” I close her door and watch until she pulls away, then swing my leg over my bike and head in the other direction.

When I get to the clubhouse, there are only three bikes there, which is a lot for this hour of the morning. I know every bike that every brother rides, so I know before I push through the door that Cole, Crash, and Green are here.

They’re at the bar, nursing mugs of coffee, a bottle of Bailey’s next to Green’s mug. A bottle of whiskey sits between Cole and Crash.

“Mornin’, brothers. What’s up?” I ask, taking a seat at the corner with Cole and Crash at the end, and Green on my other side.

Green grins. “Nothing. Just thought we’d fuck with you and drag you out of bed and away from the girl we hear you took home last night.”

“That girl? It was Tori,” I say.

“We know. We want to hear all about it.” Crash says.

I glance around. “I’m surprised my father isn’t here.”

“He don’t want to hear about your sex life, boy. Gross,” Green says.

“But you do?”

Cole shrugs. “Nothing better to do this morning.”

“Yeah, we’re waiting for it to warm up so we can go riding. Thought, how can we kill time? Then we thought of you.” Crash hits my arm with the back of his hand.

“You realize you didn’t drag me out of bed. I was headed to work.”

Green rears back. “You mean to tell me you had that sweet thing you been chasin’ all this time finally in your bed, and you got up to go to fucking work?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, her dad’s the boss.”

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