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“Quarter till six,” I answered, still stroking her back, chuckling at the look on her face when she realized she was still straddling me, her stomach hugging my cock.

Sophia looked at me, blushing as she sat up, my cock already missing her warmth. “I can’t believe I fell asleep like that; you must have been uncomfortable,” she said, moving to my side. I was heartened by the fact she laid her head back on my chest.

“I was pretty comfortable, Sophia; you didn’t have to move. I love having you close to me.” I caught her soft smile before she turned her head down.

Progress.

“I suppose since I’m awake, I might as well get moving. Before heading to the house, I need to go to Lowe’s to get paint and supplies.”

“We’ll go together; I need to get some materials. It doesn’t make sense not to go in my truck,” I insisted. Plus, I wasn’t letting her pay for anything.

“What if one of us needs to leave for something once at the house?”

“If you need to leave for anything, you can drive my truck. And I don’t see having to leave for anything. I will grab a cooler, and we can stop and get sandwiches and drinks for lunch. Grab breakfast here before we go.” Viking had adjusted the schedule so we could both have the weekend off to work on the house. I did have watch duty at the clubhouse tonight with Black from midnight to six, but that was all I was obligated to do for the club.

Sophia sighed. “Okay, that will work.” Then pushing herself up and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I need to shower, get ready, and I will meet you in the kitchen.”

Before she could stand, I leaned into her, my lips finding her neck, kissing her there. “See you in the kitchen, beautiful Sophia,” I murmured, watching her shiver as my breath hit her neck, my tongue licking her pulse.

“Oh, Rowen,” she muttered, throwing her clothes back on while I enjoyed the view and then leaving the room. I laid back against the pillows, a smile on my face. Sophia was going to forgive me. She would make me sweat it out, but we loved each other, and that love would win this war.

I CLOSED ROWEN’Sdoor, leaning my back against it.Rowen was winning, and I knew I was throwing the game to him. Giving a heavy sigh, I pushed away from the door and was startled by Jen, who was leaning against the wall a few doors away, watching me with a sneer.

What in the world was she doing here?

Jen stepped in front of me as I went to pass her. “You think you’re something rolling in here after three years using Lord’s little girl to get back in his bed after he was mine since before and after you left,” she hissed.

Back the fuck up. “First off, I don’t use my daughter for anything, so don’t speak of her, ever. Second, from what I understand, you were and are disposable, and if I’m wrong, then this is something you should take up with Rowen, not me. Third, Don’t get in my face again; I don’t like it, and next time you’ll find out just how much I don’t like it,” I snapped, shouldering her out of the way.

Jen was crazy jealous, which was never a good thing; this is partly Rowen’s fault for using her the way he did. But again, club women know the deal and are free to leave at any time. According to Lettie, the club women aren’t that much in demand anymore since Shadow became President and is cleaning the place, and the men are getting married and starting families.

I like the atmosphere the clubhouse has now. Years ago, it was one big party all the time: alcohol, drugs, and women. Then, after Shadow’s mom and Jax’s wife committed suicide, Jax just let things get out of control due to his grief, which also ended up getting him and several club members killed and my dad sent to prison.

I would talk to Rowen about Jen, I have Roe to think about, and a scorned woman can be dangerous, Rowen caused this, and he can fix it. Once in my room, I put my mind to happier things like decorating the house, paint colors, and the kitchen and bathroom design. I was so excited for myself and Rowena.

I took a quick shower, threw on some old shorts and a t-shirt, and for the first time in years, I had a little jig in my step as I headed to the kitchen, feeling like life was righting itself.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SO FAR, TODAYhas been great; things feel right, andSophia and I are doing what I consider couple things. We ate breakfast together, went to Lowe’s, spent time picking out paint, looking at kitchen design, stopped at the grocery store for lunch items, and the whole time talking and laughing, it was the way we used to be before I fucked everything. We are taking a break to have a late afternoon lunch, and Sophia has a severe look on her face that I don’t think I like.

“Rowen, we need to talk about Jen,” Sophia said.

“Why the hell do we need to talk about her? I told you there was nothing there.” The last thing I wanted to discuss was Jen and ruin our day together.

“Well, apparently, she doesn’t know that. Jen was waiting outside your room this morning and cornered me. She informed me that I was using Roe to get in your bed when she belonged to you before and after me,” Sophia smirked.

What the fuck was Jen doing? “I already made it clear I loved you, and she needed to back off.”

“Rowen...” Sophia hesitated. “Were you sleeping with Jen before you got with me? I know it doesn’t matter since it was before, but I feel like I need to know.”

“No, Sophia, I didn’t even talk to Jen before I started seeing you, and then one day, it was like she was always around, trying to get with me and making herself available.”

“Like the night I found her in your bed?” Sophia mocked, tears shining in her eyes. I knew this talk would ruin our day, but I sensed Sophia needed this.

I moved to sit beside her, putting my arm around her. “Sophia, I’m not proud of the man I became when I ruined everything with us. I was drinking and getting high all the time, trying to forget you and how much I love you, and about a year ago, I woke up from one of my binges and realized it wasn’t helping; my love for you was too strong, no woman was ever going to take your place in my heart or bed. So, I quit drinking, stopped pretending to be this big male whore, and settled on the fact that I would be alone if I couldn’t be with you. And believe it or not, I was sexually impotent without your face in my mind, Jen tried to blow me a few times when I was drunk, but it did nothing for me; I couldn’t come, so my fist was my bed partner, your image my porn.”

Sophia sniffled, not looking at me. God, I felt like a piece of shit.

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