Page 109 of The Trust We Broke
Once we were in bed, she curled up against me, happy as a cat with a saucer of milk.
And I swear to God, I’d never felt more like a man. Being her protector, the one who could give her everything she needed, the one she tested.
Her Daddy.
And now, I get to laze in bed, dozing, my eyes closed, feeling so complete, I don’t know what to do with myself.
A ringing phone forces my eyes open.
“Fuck,” I mumble when I realize it’s mine.
I stretch and reach for it on the side table, but it’s a challenge with a fast-asleep Lucy pressed up against my side, head on my chest.
It’s a struggle to pop the charging cable out, but I manage to and pull the phone to my ear.
“What?”
“Prez, it’s Babyface. There are some men at the gate. The top dog says his name is King, president of the New Jersey chapter, but he’s not wearing any identifiable Outlaws markings. Do I let him up to the clubhouse?”
Instantly, I’m awake. “That’s the fucking national president, Babyface. How many are there?”
“Four, plus another…person.”
Okay, that feels like an odd description. “Let them in. I’ll meet them.”
I hang up the phone and do my best to extricate myself from Lucy, but she grabs for me. “No,” she says sleepily, using her hand to shift the curls that have flopped onto her face. “Don’t go.”
“Wish I could stay, Bug.” I press a quick chaste kiss to her lips. The number of nights I’ve dreamed about the softness of her face and fullness of her lips first thing in the morning when she wakes. “But the national president of the Outlaws is at my fucking gate, and I have no idea why.”
I hurry to the dresser and pull out what I need. Boxer briefs, a clean Henley, socks, jeans.
“More haste, less speed,” Lucy says, watching me as I stumble trying to pull on my underwear as fast as I can.
I grab my phone and fire off a message to my senior leaders of the club.
Me:Get your asses in now. King and others are HERE.
The Henley is cold as I pull it on over my head.
Catfish:Is he here because of the reason for church?
I could do without a thousand questions, seeing as I’m trying not to meet my boss naked.
Jackal:For real? Who else is with him?
Me:Don’t know why he’s here. Don’t know who he’s here with, but Babyface said there are five of them.
I pull on the rest of my clothes, then slip my feet into my boots.
“You need me to get up and make some breakfast?” Lucy asks. She sits up, and the sheet drops from her breasts.
Fuck it.
I march over to the bed and kiss her. “Don’t know how I’m gonna live my life and not be fucking you every hour. And yes. Please. If you could get coffee going, I’d appreciate it. There’s a coffee machine behind the bar and two in the kitchen. Load them all. Coffee is in the cupboard to the right of the fridge. I’ll get the girls to come in and make food.”
“Can’t wait,” Lucy says grimly.
Even though I’m pressed for time, I crouch next to the bed to reassure her. “The girls are gonna be around. I’m not the only biker in the clubhouse, so I can’t kick ‘em all out to keep you happy. You’re just gonna have to trust me that no one compares to you. I got you back, and I’m not gonna risk that for a quick fuck with someone who is likely screwing half the club at the same time.”
