Page 40 of Property of Bigfoot
“They’ve been regaling her with stories about which brother fucks the best and how you rank.” I turned to see Baffle beside me with an amused look on his face.
“Why the fuck did you let that happen?” How in the hell had my woman made friends with the club girls? That shit never happened. Ol’ ladies never mixed with the free-range pussy on tap for any of the brothers to use. It did not give me a good feeling.
“Do you still not know the woman you claimed? There’s no letting Sammy do something, she just does.”
“Fuck’s sake!” I grumbled. “Sammy!” I called out to her. When she turned to find me, the grin that spread across her face told me I was in big trouble. I just didn’t know if I would enjoy it or end up hearing a never-ending litany of reasons why we couldn’t be together. First it was Melissa, then it would be the women who hung around the club to give it up to the brothers.
“I should have made sure Kingston put her in my suite,” I said under my breath.
Baffle laughed, slapped me on my back, and wished me luck before he moved back over to the bar.
“How is Hawk? Is he going to be okay?” Sammy said by way of greeting. I smiled down at her, thankful that my boy was the first thing on her mind.
“It was a clean break. He has a cast for the next six weeks or so. The doctor thinks it will heal up just fine as long as we can keep him from injuring himself again.” Sammy chuckled at that.
“Boys will be boys and all that?” she asked.
“Something like that.”
“To be expected, considering who his father is,” she added.
“I need to get him tucked into bed. Come upstairs with me?” I made it a question, but there was no way I could leave her down here now that I laid eyes on her. “Need you with me,” I said before she could respond.
“Okay, I’ll follow you.”
I was thankful as fuck that we wouldn’t have to have a private conversation amidst the whole fucking club and the few hangers-on who lingered about. “I’ll have a talk with the club girls about what’s appropriate and not afterward. That should have never happened.”
“No. You’re not going to do that. I asked them a question and they answered me in the most respectful way possible. They didn’t volunteer any information that wasn’t requested, and I’m not holding what they said against you. We weren’t together when you slept with them, right?”
“Fuck, Sam. I didn’t sleep with all of them.”
She winked at me. “I know. They told me. Rosalie was the only one.” She winked at me playfully. “At least of the three who would talk to me anyway. Some of the other girls wouldn’t come near me as soon as they heard my name.”
“They’re the smart ones.” Sammy laughed at my response. “Can you grab my keys out of my front, right pocket. The long, silver one opens my door.”
Sammy reached into my pants pocket and I had to try very hard not to pop a fucking boner considering I had my boy in my arms. It felt good to have her fingers on me, even if she was innocently reaching for my keys. Once she got my door opened and we walked inside, I heard Sammy gasp.
“Wow. I was not expecting this!” I turned and smiled at her. “You were expecting some shithole with posters of naked women lining the walls?”
“Well, yeah,” she admitted. I watched for a minute as she spun and took the whole place in - at least what she could see of it.
“Second door on the left, can you make sure it’s open?” I asked. I still wasn’t all the way healed from my accident and carrying Hawk was taking a toll on my fucking body. My arm shook and the one that had been broken - much like my son’s - screamed at me for the strain I put it under.
“Oh my God!” Sammy all but shouted. “You shouldn’t be carrying him like that.”
“He doesn’t weigh that much,” I argued as I got him to his bedroom and laid him down on top of the covers. I bent to pull his shoes off and ended up sucking in a hard breath as pain shot up through my ribs and straight into my chest. It felt like something inside ripped all over again, and I cursed myself for not getting Baffle or one of the other men to bring my son up to my rooms for me.
“Here, let me do that,” Sammy offered as she gently pushed me out of the way and bent to take my boy’s shoes off his feet.
“Do you think he’ll be out for a while?” Sammy asked as she lifted a fleece blanket up over my boy and tucked him in.
“They gave him some pretty strong meds.” I held my hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go to the other room to talk.”
When we made our way back to the living room, Sammy looked around in awe again. “Honestly, this is amazing. I always thought you guys only had like one room and a shared bathroom for like twelve of you.”
“That’s pretty specific,” I teased.
“It may have been a fantasy at some point.”
