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"Ben is more than welcome to hang out for a bit," he chuckles walking back to the front of Bella's car. "Tell my woman I could use a cold beer," he yells as Amy, and I walk through the open garage to the door.
"I can't believe I said that," Amy says embarrassed.
"You're just lucky it was Logan you said it to and not one of the other guys like Quinn."
Opening the door, we enter the laundry room. Appearing in the kitchen, we find Bella sitting at the table feeding the kids some macaroni and cheese for lunch.
"Hey, Sof. Hey Amy. It looks like you girls had a successful shopping trip," she notices the bags in our hands. "You two hungry? I have leftovers in the refrigerator."
"I think we are going to head upstairs and change into our bathing suits," I tell her.
"Okay. I'll join you outside as soon as I finish feeding the kiddos, and lay them down for their naps." Bella pets their dog, Bear on the top of his head as he waits patiently for another macaroni noodle to hit the floor.
Amy follows me up the stairs to my old room. The bags get dumped on my bed, and we start sifting through our things. I hold the gold colored two piece out in front of me.
"You should wear that one. It's my favorite. The color matches your eyes and looks amazing with your skin tone," she boasts. When I tried it on at the store, I fell in love with the way the light catches the little metallic threads sewn into the fabric.
"Is Sam going to hang out too?" Amy asks as she types away on her phone. Most likely texting Ben.
Walking to the bathroom, I begin peeling my clothes off and pulling on my swimsuit. "I told him last night we were hanging out by the pool today. He said he would try and swing by; that it all depended on what the club has him doing."
"What does prospecting involve?" she asks. Brushing my hair, I answer her. "I'm not entirely sure. All I know is if one of the men tells him to do something Sam does it; no questions asked. The guys don't talk about a lot of club stuff, and Sam doesn't either."
"Wow. It takes a lot of trust to be with an MC guy. I don't know if I could handle all the secrecy," Amy admits. She's right. Since being a part of the family there are a lot of things the women are not privy to, but I've come to realize part of it is because they are protecting us. The men are very good at keeping us safe, and a lot of that has to do with keeping club business amongst themselves. Their brotherhood is one of the tightest bonds I have ever seen.
Finished with braiding my long hair, I stand in front of the mirror admiring the sunburst of color against my skin before stepping out of the bathroom.
Amy gasps. "I'm so jealous right now. Your body is banging, Sof." I look down at myself. She says that to me all the time, but I don’t look at myself that way. Not that I don't think I'm pretty. I'm just—me. "Sam is going to die when he sees it on you."
"Ben on his way?" I ask. Slipping on a pair of flip flops, I grab us a couple of towels from the cabinet in the bathroom.
"He should be here in an hour." Grabbing our phones and earbuds off the bed, Amy and I head downstairs.
"Still hard to believe Bella is not much older than you and is a mom. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready for kids." Her comment makes me ponder the same question. Do I want to have kids someday? It's not a question I've ever really asked myself before. Sliding the patio door open, Amy and I step outside into the warm sunny Montana afternoon. Spreading our towels over the lounge chairs, we stretch out on them. Ready to soak up some sun, I put my earbuds in, and pull up my playlist. After rubbing on some sunscreen, I lean back, close my eyes, and get lost in the music.
A few songs later Ben arrives and he and Amy jump in the pool. Flipping on my stomach, I turn my music down low, and soak up some more sun. As the song Crazy Love begins to play, a pair of hands slide over my shoulders and down my spine causing my skin to prickle under the familiar touch. I don't have to look to know whose hands are on me. My body recognizes his touch. So, I lay there and enjoy Sam's hands on my skin. I hear him pick up the sunscreen bottle then hear the top click as he pops it open then close. Holding my breath, I wait for him to touch me again. His large hands massage the lotion into my skin as he slowly works his way down my back. There's a slight pause before I feel his hands on me again; his palms tortuously skimming my calves, inching higher until he reaches the back of my thighs. My body is on fire. Fingertips graze the bottom of my butt cheeks creating an explosion of need to course through my veins. I suck in a breath, but I dare not move. I then feel the earbuds being pulled from my ears, only to be replaced with Sam's hot breath that smells like cinnamon.
"Hey, Firefly," I feel his lips smile against my cheek as he kisses me.
I open my eyes to find him now squatting beside me. His pupils dilate as he drinks in my attire. I can see the rhythm of his heart beating from the vein in his neck. Sam wants me as much as I want him. I smile. Raising the upper half of my body, I prop myself up on my forearms. "You gonna kiss me?" I ask him wanting to feel his lips on mine.
"Absafuckinglutley." Leaning forward he lifts my chin, pressing his lips against mine.
"I'm happy you're here," I whisper when he pulls away. Sitting on the ground beside my chair, Sam talks with me for a few minutes before Bella appears wearing her bathing suit and holding an envelope in her hand.
"Sof, this letter just came in the mail for you." She walks up to us. Turning over, I sit on the edge of the lounger, and she hands the envelope to me.
"Department of Immigration?" I stare at it a moment. "What could this be about?" My heart pounds with worry. My paperwork and U.S. status are in order.Right?
Tearing open the end of the envelope, I pull the letter out and unfold it. Reading it my heart lodges in my throat. "This says due to incomplete records my status here in the United States is under review. Investigative actions are being taken. Does this mean I could be at risk of deportation back to Mexico?" I look at Sam then to Bella. "Can they do that?"
Sam rubs my thigh to comfort me.
"Sofia, I don't know, but I'm damn sure about to find out," Bella says in a protective tone.
Logan appears at Bella's side. "What's going on?" he asks. I hand him the letter to read for himself. My eyes fall on Sam. Sucking in a breath of air, I hold in my emotions. "The fuck?" The tone of Logan's voice catches Ben and Amy's attention, and they wade to the side of the pool.
"Sof, are you okay?" Amy questions and I give her a weak smile.
