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Chapter 33

Maverick

I’m standing in the kitchen the next morning when my Mom strolls in. She walks over and lays a kiss on my cheek before rolling up her long hair and stuffing it in a clip.

“So, are we going to talk about last night?” She leans a hip on against the counter.

“Which part?” I ask.

“I talked to Travis. He told me why you claimed her.” She purses her lips.

“And?” I raise a brow.

“When are you going to tell him?” She reaches in the cabinet for a cup.

I frown. “Tell him what?”

“The truth?” She tilts her head as she examines my face. “I’m your mother, Zeke. You really think I don’t know that you are in love with that girl?” Her hands land on her hips.

In love? I don’t know if I would even know what that feeling is if it hit me square in the face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it.

She laughs, I’m sure from my zoned out expression. “Believe me son, there will come a moment when it hits you like a semi-truck, and you will never be the same.” She winks at me as she leaves the kitchen.

Before I can analyze that conversation, any further Boston comes in. “Hey Prez, Dice and Skittles are coming down with it now. Where do you want it to go?” He asks.

“The dumpster.” I say as I round the bar and head to the main room.

As I walk up, Skittles and Dice are carrying my mattress down the stairs and out the door. Apparently along with my balls. Whatever. I don’t even give a shit anymore.

Widow comes up beside me. “What’s wrong with your mattress?” A smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth.

I glance over. “Just time for a new one, it’s killing my back.”

He full on laughs. “Right.” He slaps a hand on my shoulder. “I’m starting to think she’s good for you.”

“Fuck off.” I laugh as I shake my head and jog upstairs.

Tanner stands in my bathroom, fixing her hair in front of the mirror. I stand at the door frame and rake my eyes down her body. She’s wearing white denim shorts and a black halter top. What I wouldn’t give to pull those shorts down those long tan legs right now. The way she moaned when I was deep inside of her and the look on her face when she came on my….” A throat clearing snaps me out of it.

“What’s up?” She asks as she puts on chapstick.

Now I’m zoned in on her mouth. This is torture.

“We have shopping to do. We need a new mattress,” I say after looking up to her eyes.

“Okay. You want me to go with you?” She asks with a creased brow.

“Of course. You're going to be sleeping on this bed too.”

She nods but doesn’t say anything as she passes me and grabs her purse. “Alright let’s go.”

I follow her outside and we walk over to my bike. Once I get on, her arms tighten around me and it’s pitiful how I feel instant comfort. I could have easily taken the van, but she hasn’t been very physical with me lately and I needed it.

As we ride down the road I reach up and slide my hand across her arm, down to her hand, where I lace my fingers over hers. I half expected her to pull away, but she didn’t.

We arrive at the store, and I take her hand again as we walk up to the glass door. The bell chimes and a guy that looks like Screech from Saved by the Bell walks up to greet us. His eyes are on Tanner, and I glare at him until he looks over at me. He coughs trying to pretend he wasn’t just ogling my girl.

“Welcome to Mitchell’s Mattress, so, you need help finding anything?” He asks nervously as he eyes my cut and my tattoos.

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