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When she got home last night, there was another strange gift at the door. This time it was a white rosary and a bag of apples, which Jane commented was the symbol of the fruit Eve gave Adam. Ireallydon’t understand what this person's end game is. What I do know is that yesterday was officially Jane’s last day having Pa as a client. This means she’s fine with being public, and I, for one, can’t wait to claim her in front of my brothers at our next club event. We’ve got some horny fuckers who I could tell were interested in our woman and that ain’t gonna happen.
Grabbing the coffees, I head back to the bedroom. As soon as I walk in, I can tell she’s awake and stirring.
“Mmm, is that coffee I smell?”
“It is, beautiful, and I think I doctored it the way you like.”
“Oh, that’s it. At this second, you’re my very favorite person.”
I smile at her savoring her first few sips.
“Well, beautiful, I’ve got an ulterior motive this morning.”
“What’s that, handsome?”
“Since your brunch got rescheduled, let’s ride over to the diner for breakfast with Jon and Juan before we go on our ride and you get done whatever it is you do before your friend comes over.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I could go for a diner breakfast and I can’t wait to go on a ride again.”
“Well, get moving, beautiful, and I’ll text the guys to meet us there.”
She’s up and ready to go within twenty minutes, which I think might beat Juan getting out of the house.
“Here, beautiful, you can use the helmet we have for my sisters till we can get one for you.”
She smiles at me like I was giving her a gift.
“Thanks, the one I had to ride with my dad was from when I was a preteen and I’m sure wouldn’t fit anymore.”
We get on and get adjusted and ready to ride.
“Ready, beautiful?”
“Fuck, yeah. Let’s go!”
Feeling her arms around me as I start out of the driveway, I get it. I get what Pa talked about. He always said that wind therapy by oneself was amazing, but getting some with the love of your life holding onto you was indescribable. Grabbing her hand and squeezing it, I know we’ll be doing this as often as possible.
The ride is over way too quickly, but we end up arriving just seconds after Jon and Juan are pulling into the parking lot. I park right next to them and Jon comes up to help Jane off the bike.
Jon
“Morning, babygirl. You guys have a good ride?” I grab her hand to help her off Ror’s bike. She looks up at me with a gorgeous smile,
“Yes! I’ve missed riding so much and can’t wait to ride more!”
“Good, ’cause I can’t wait to get you on the back of mine.” Needing to feel her lips, I bend down and give her a kiss.
Looking down at her beautiful smile, I say, “Ready for some good breakfast, babygirl?”
“Yep. Rory was a smart man and got me coffee before we left, but I’m definitely hungry.”
“Let’s get you fed then.” I grab her hand and lead her into the diner. As soon as we walk in, I hear a familiar voice.
“Mornin’, boys, grab a seat and I’ll be over in a minute.” We all nod in Millie’s direction and head to an empty table. I pull out the chair for our woman and grab the seat next to her.
“You guys come here a lot? Sounds like the waitress knows you.”
Juan pipes up, “Yeah, we come here every Saturday morning just about. That’s Jameson’s mom. We’ve known her since we were teenagers and they moved to town.”
