Page 140 of Steel

“Steel, your old lady’s here,” Havoc calls out to him when we walk into the room.

Jameson turns around, and Austin immediately runs across the space to jump into his arms.

“Big man.” Jameson lifts him up, setting him on his knee.

He’s sitting at the bar talking to Chaos. And when he catches sight of me, he winks.

Chaos doesn’t offer as friendly of a welcome. He has his back to the bar, and Wren, one of the patch bunnies, is standing between his legs, whispering something to him. She giggles, licking the side of his neck as he takes a sip of his drink, watching me walk over.

Unlike the rest of the Twisted Kings members, he hasn’t been as welcoming.

He rarely acknowledges my presence, and even if he’s not rude, his glares prove he’s only holding his tongue out of respect for Jameson. It’s clear he’s not as supportive as the rest of the men that Jameson claimed me as his old lady.

Jameson says it’s because Chaos was behind bars when it all happened and that he’s still adjusting to being out.But as Chaos’s dark gaze narrows, I get a feeling there’s more to it.

“You look beautiful, wildfire.” Jameson catches me when I stop beside him, pulling me in for a kiss.

“Eww.” Austin wiggles out of Jameson’s lap, skulking toward Havoc to get away from us, and Jameson laughs.

He slides off his barstool and snags my hand. “Come with me for a second?”

“Okay…” Once more, that tension I’ve felt all morning stirs, and I wonder what they’re all up to.

Jameson glances at Havoc.

“I’ve got him.” Havoc pats Austin on the head. “We’re gonna shoot some darts.”

“Please be safe. Aim at the dartboard.”

The guys chuckle, and I know I’m being overprotective. But I can’t help it after everything that’s happened.

Jameson tugs my hand, guiding me toward his room at the clubhouse. It’s rare that we stay here, but sometimes, it’s our getaway when Pearl offers to take Austin for the night.

“Didn’t get enough of that this morning?” I smile as he guides me into the room and kicks the door shut.

“I could never get enough of you.” He grabs my ass and tugs my body to his, planting a kiss on my lips. “But that’s not what we’re doing here.”

I pull back, and that’s when I take in the room around me. The shades are pulled shut to keep out the heat, but the darkness is warmed with a candlelit glow. Rose petals scatter the floor and bed.

“What is this?” My smile grows as I look around.

Jameson steps back, holding both my hands in his. “It’s where we met.”

“You mean where I tried to kick your ass?” I correct him, and he laughs.

“Exactly. And that’s why you’re my wildfire.” He grins. “So, this felt fitting.”

“For what?”

Jameson leans in and plants a kiss on the center of my forehead. “To ask you a question.”

He looks down, and I’m lost in his gaze. In the intensity of his focus on me. It’s like he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the first time we locked gazes across the bar.

My stormy ocean I’ll forever be lost in.

“I was going to do this weeks ago, but with everything that happened, I wanted to make sure you knew what you were signing up for when I asked you this.” Jameson cups my jaw. “I’d like to say that’s the last time we’ll ever see anything like we did, but I can’t. And I hate it, but it’s the truth. If I were smart, I’d let you go, but I’m too selfish to do that.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” I rest my hand on his jaw, brushing my fingers over the scruff. “Besides, that would be too simple. If you did that, you wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with.”

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