Page 46 of Speed

“We finished it today. Remember, your time wasn’t up till tomorrow.” I only had time to brace myself and catch her as she ran to me. She pulled me down and kissed me.

“I love you, Kane Weston.” Words I had waited for, seen in her eyes.

“Babe, I love you.” I bent and took her mouth, she melted into me, but the giggling had me pulling back. Ally sat on the seat to the bike that made up one side of her bed frame.

It had been the first bikes my brothers, and I had built in the garage. We assembled a bed and made the sides bikes, our first job of Sons of Black Hawk Custom Bikes, these just didn’t have any working parts. The headboard, we fixed to look like a garage so when you stood at the bottom of the bed, it looked as though the bikes pulled out of the garage. That project had been my brothers’ dads’ contribution. The room we painted and furnished for a girl. It’d been an experience, but when Shakes had found out what was going on, she helped us pick out the things. Her contribution had been the pink comforter on the bed to go with the pink we’d painted on the bike.

“You did this for me?”

“Sure did.”

“I love you, Daddy.” Sami squeezed my hand.

“I love you, baby girl.”

As I stood in that room, holding my woman’s hand and watching my daughter pretend to ride a bike, I thought of the first time I walked into this house when I got back. My life without my dad hadn’t started that day at all—it started almost five and a half years ago when I stared into green eyes across the room—I just hadn’t realized it till now.

Epilogue

Crusher

When I walked in thedoor to Speed’s house with the box in my hand, I stopped short at the sight in front of me. Deputy Sweetass, as I referred to her now, was bent unpacking a box. The closet door was open as she pulled items out and folded them, placing them in the open box to the side.

Juggling the box so I could hold it with one hand while I adjust my crotch didn’t work, and the box hit the floor, which ‘caused her to jump and stand. She turned toward me, and her brown eyes flashed. Prickly little thing was what she was.

“Perv. You better hope nothing breakable was in that box or Sami is going to kick your ass.” Her eyes lit, and she smirked. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy watching her do it.” She turned back to her task, and I picked up the box and headed toward the kitchen. She didn’t say another word to me, but she didn’t bend over either. Squatting instead to grab the next coat out of the box.

I’m a grown damn man who would be taking over for my dad as president of Black Hawk MC, and I should act like it, but the woman drove every ounce of maturity out of me when she was around. Probably why when I walked past her I grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed, then kept walking even as I felt something hit the back of my head. The woman had good aim, I’d take the hit because she had a better ass and touching it was worth whatever she dished out. A man had to weigh what was important.

“Seriously, she is going to shoot you one day with her gun.” Speed stood in the kitchen doorway and had evidently witnessed the exchanged. “Going to tell me now what is up with you two?”

I shook my head, my friend was happy. Good for him. Family life suited him.

“Did I miss where we grew vaginas and started gossiping? Should we schedule time from getting the shop up and running to go shop for shoes?” I smirked as he narrowed his eyes at me. We’re a damn motorcycle club for God’s sake.

“We could go on a shopping trip for shoes. I need some new riding boots.” Jag shrugged his shoulders when we all turned and looked at him. “What, like you don’t shop for shit? Do clothes and stuff pop in your fucking drawers and closets when they need to be replaced?”

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