Page 19 of Axe
“Yep,” he said nodding his head but not looking away from the TV.
“I, um…I don’t have anything to cook…or to cookwith,” she said looking a bit sad about it.
I hadn’t thought about that. I peeked in the kitchen last night and saw that she had a bunch of dry goods, but nothing in the fridge. I also imagined there weren’t any pots and shit to actually cook with either.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone. Her eyes watched my every movement. I fired off a text to Diesel, knowing his woman would have the shit Allison might need, and probably extras just lying around. Ellie liked to cook and Diesel was always buying her new shit she could use to cook and bake with.
“What do you need from the grocery store?” I asked pulling up Brand’s contact info. I knew he was overseeing the prospects while Tank was gone, so he could send one of them to the store for me.
She rattled off a list of shit and I typed it out as fast as she was saying it. When it seemed like she was done, I looked up at her.
“That it?” She nodded but I could tell there was something else, only she didn’t want to say it. “Just tell me, if you need it, I’ll get it for you.”
The weight of those words was so much heavier than just this moment. I knew deep down inside there was a freaky feeling that whatever she needed, whenever, I’d fucking get it for her.
Shit! As I looked into her deep eyes I realized I was fucking fucked. This damn chick blew into my life when I’d least expected it. Right in the middle of the fucking shit storm going on with the club, no less. And from the second I’d actually looked at her, it was like I’d gotten punched in the gut. I’d known this woman only a day and I suddenly felt like I was about to hand over my balls. Serve them right up on a diamond encrusted platter for her.
“Vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, and peanut butter,” she said with a cute as hell wistful sigh.
“Definitely,” I said, a soft smile turning up at the corner of my lips.
Damn, I was a goner. Only, I couldn’t let her know it. I couldn’t letanyoneknow it. If Cal found out, he would not only be disappointed in me, he’d pull me off and send someone to replace me. I couldn’t risk that. While I knew none of us would actually hurt them, I wouldn’t take the chance of leaving them both unprotected.
Turned out Brand himself was at the store when I’d send him the text. He also swung by D’s house and picked up a few things for the kitchen. It wasn’t much, but it would work until I could send someone to the next town over to stock up on all the shit she needed. Then a damn idea popped into my head, and before I could stop myself, I was sending Diesel another text.
Brand seemed to set her at ease, though I could see why. The ink master sure had a boyish charm to him and I could see how his face and deep dimples threw off the fact that he was just like the rest of us. She seemed to like him so much that she told him to stay for dinner, which of course, the asshole did. I wanted to be mad at him, but as I took a bite of the meatloaf she’d made, I was in heaven and totally forgot that I was irritated. Goddamn, that shit was amazing.
She even made Brand run a plate out to the prospect.
When she let her guard down, she was really fucking beautiful. Inside and out. I could see she was warmhearted and soft. The kind of soft that made a man want to wrap her up in his arms and protect her with his life.
But I wasn’t that kind of person. As much as I could have hoped to be, I just wasn’t. When I really thought about it, I realized that I was too fucked up to ever be good for someone, let alone a woman with a kid.
While Brand was there, I ran up and took a quick shower. Luckily, I had an extra set of clothes still in my saddlebag from when we’d gone to Gray Fort. I didn’t realize how gross I was until I started to scrub myself.
That night, I let her go up to bed without any protest. Her feet were dragging as she cleaned up after dinner and I decided to let her get some rest.
I tossed and turned all night thinking about how sexy she was. The sounds and images of her coming for me bounced around my head. I could tell, without a shadow of doubt, that she’d never come like that before. It made me wonder what the hell kind of sexual encounters she’d had before if it was simply my fingers that could do that to her.
Then my thoughts ran wild, imagining what she tasted like and how fucking good I could make her feel as I buried my dick deep inside her tight cunt.
The whole night I felt like all I did was shift around on that couch trying to find a comfortable position where my dick didn’t feel like it wanted to rip right through my pants.
I heard Neiryn stir on and off all night long. A few times he cried out and a second later, I heard Allison’s sweet voice talking to him, calming him down. I didn’t know anything about kids, so I wasn’t sure if that was normal. This would have been about the time I would’ve called up Tank and asked him for kid advice, but that wasn’t an option. And it wouldn’t be ever again.
The thought of what happened to his boy, Logan, had me pissed off, and by the time the sun rose and bathed the living room in light, I was tired, cranky, and too mixed up in my own head to think straight.
