Page 25 of Property of Bigfoot
I started to laugh until that shit hurt, too. “No laughing,” I wheezed.
“Sorry, do I need to call someone? Your doctor, the club doc guy, or maybe your mom?” she asked sincerely, then she chuckled. “Maybe not your mom since she probably caused this with all the traumatic brain injuries from your childhood.”
“Stop!” I choked out as I held tight to my ribs. Fuck, this woman could make me laugh with my whole chest as the damn thing rattled apart.
“Let me see,” Sammy insisted as she kneeled in front of me and tugged my cut open and shirt up. After a minute of just staring at my chest, she glanced up at me from a position that made my cock weep. “I don’t know why I did this because I have no clue what I’m looking at.” She slowly rose in front of me and my hands immediately wrapped around both sides of her face as I pulled her toward me for a kiss.
At the last second, just as our breaths danced together and lips were about to touch, she yanked back from my hold. “No! You have an ol’ lady at home waiting for you and a kid with her. I might be a killer, but I’m not a cheater.”
“You’re neither. Both those kills were self-defense.” Sam stood there staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re not a killer just because you protected yourself. That makes you a survivor. Period.” She turned her back to me and walked over to the bed where she started to strip the sheets. “Listen up, Sammy.” It was an order, and I didn’t care that she continued her task and threw the fucked-up sheets away only to examine the bullet holes in her mattress. “I do not have an ol’ lady. I haven’t even been with Melissa since she got pregnant with Hawk. She made that shit up. I don’t fucking know why. She claims she did it to protect me but trust me when I tell you it has already been made very clear to her that I don’t need her form of protection.”
Sammy got on her knees again, though not in front of me. She scurried under the bed with her ass in the air for a moment, and I groaned in frustration as that biteable little peach of hers was thrust up. Her little sleep shorts left nothing to the imagination as they pulled tight.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Her ass dropped down as she flattened herself onto her belly and crawled forward under the bed a little further.
“All three bullets are embedded into the floor. Looks like I’ll have to replace the whole room, not just the stained section.”
“I’ll take care of the cost. This shit happened because you stopped to help me. Now, I need to know that you heard me and believed what I just told you.”
As Sam shimmied back out from under bed, she turned and looked at me for a solid minute before she nodded her head. “I believe you. She seemed like the type who might pull something like that. Still, you need to get something straight, just because I think you’re fuck-hot doesn’t mean anything is going to happen between us.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“You’re Uncle Brady’s age, for one. He’s ten years older than me.”
“That’s nothing.”
She sighed and then stuck two fingers in the air. “You have a kid, and I’m pretty sure he’s the same age as my little brother.”
“You don’t like kids?”
“I don’t know the first thing to do with kids, except to corrupt the shit out of them and send them home to their parents. I can’t do that if I’m the one at home with Daddy.”
I groaned again as she called me “Daddy” and I couldn’t even articulate if it was because I liked it or thought it was creepy. Considering she was a full-grown adult, I went with liking it. Maybe a little Dom/sub play would work for us.
“I have a lot to think about, and maybe you do, too. How will your son like having another woman around? He didn’t seem too impressed with me at the hospital.”
“He just didn’t know who you were yet.”
“Still, I have a lot going on. Adding an aggressive biker man who has a whole club out to murder him - and me - only adds to it. I’m trying to get my MBA, and I work like seven days a week.” She plopped down on her butt at the end of her bed. “And I don’t even have a bed to sleep in that doesn’t have holes in it. Can you just go? I need time to think about my life and where the hell I’m supposed to go from here.”
“Sammy, I don’t want…”
“Please, not tonight. I just want to be able to fall apart in private. That,” She pointed to the blood stain on her floor, “was the second man I killed in a week. He was actually trying to kill me. The other one was after you. I need to just wallow in my hole-riddled bed with some ice cream and hope like hell that tomorrow turns out way better.”
“I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone. What if they send someone else or the sheriff comes back with a trumped-up warrant?”
“I’ll handle it. I’m sure Brady is on the lookout and will be all night.”
“Fine, but this conversation is only on hold. We will talk about the future, and what it looks like for us together, the next time I see you.” I turned to leave and as I walked away from her room, I heard her mumble, “Fuck me, he’s hot and bossy, and I kinda like it.”
I grinned the whole way out her door. When I got out there, Brady was waiting for me. “Your boys said you might need a ride back to the clubhouse.” He dangled a set of keys in front of me. I shook my head.
“Not leaving. She wants space, and I’m giving her that, but I’ll be right here all night.”
“Not necessary. I’ll look out for her.”
“She’s in this shit because she helped me. It’s my responsibility.”
