Page 167 of Resurfaced Passion
Bribery, plain and simple.
It didn’t take long, like a magnet, the movie-star looking biker lifted his nose into the air and sniffed out the good scent. Nonchalantly, Paige carried her sweet wealth, carefully cut into six pieces on a blue plate.
“Holy fuck, is that shoofly?”
“Depends.” She answered, swatting his grabbing hand away before he could hook a piece up.
Oceanic blue eyes, she was sure drove girls crazy, narrowed. “What do you want?”
“Throw the game.” she said from the side of her mouth.
The deal was struck, and Tag was given the whole pie plate to stuff into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, that was heaven.” he professed like a lover would over his girl, hand on his flat belly, eyes glazed with pleasure. “Run away with me, Paige. Bake me pies all day long.”
This made Paige laugh. Not only because she loved compliments on her baking, any day now she would have her little cupcake shop up and running just as soon as the refurbishments were completed so she could supply the whole town with that same glazed pleasure.
The main reason she beamed a smile at Tag was for the inclusion. All the club had welcomed her and treated Paige as though she’d always been a part of their posse. Reaper had even bought her own bike helmet that said, “Reaper’s old lady.” on the back.
She was so tickled over it.
It felt like the family she’d always wanted to belong to.
On her way back over to her husband she stalled with a little zip of lust curling lovely around her belly, he was already on his feet giving her pause, glaring at Tag, growling like her colossal protector, greed in his stare as he hooked her wrist gently and pulled her to him. Paige immediately curled in, purring.
He was such a possessive boy.
“Still trying to steal someone’s old lady,” Hawk piped in his rust-filled timber as he strode by, tailed by his dog.
Tag’s face fell. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you never gonna let that drop? I was joking, VP!”
“Whatever you say, homewrecker.”
The poor guy stalked off with a hound-dog face, leaving Paige giggling into Reaper’s shoulder.
She never did win the whole tournament. That went to Slider, the slick boy.
As with life, something better came along not long after that fun day and it was not expected at all.
What woman got excited over a cooling rack trolley? Paige did. She was in the middle of showing Ruby around the empty husk of her cupcake storeSweets By Paigewhen it happened, and it wasn’t a WOW moment, it was a gentle trickle of loveliness that shorted out her breath and made Ruby look over to ask if Paige was okay. “Oh, yes. Yes, absolutely.” She smiled so wide her cheeks ached. “Do you think we can go back to the club? I need to see my husband.”Desperately.
Her heart was going at an alarmingly delicious speed by the time they got back to the MC and split off into different directions, Jed told Paige Reaper was down in the gym.
Oh, boy. Her heart skipped over itself when she saw him working out in the middle of a raised boxing ring with a skipping rope. Dressed only in navy basketball shorts tight enough to give her filthy thoughts and an equally close-fitting white sleeveless shirt, he was skipping fast and loose, hardly seeing his feet moving from the ground at all.
God, he was beautiful, and all her emotions slipped happily towards Reaper.
“Judson…”
When his head turned, hair darkened by sweat clinging to his forehead, he smiled so lovely her belly warmed.
“Hey, my love. You got done showing off the shop?”
She nodded, approaching. Excitable energy tickling her fingertips.
One foot on the bottom rope, Reaper leaned his whole body on the top rope and grinned down at her.
Her heart trip-trapped.
