Page 57 of Bound By Temptation

If only my brother and folks were here, the morning would have been perfect. That would happen at another time.

My cell rang, and I had to look for it. Drying off my hands, I moved to my cut that was laying on the side of the kitchen counter with my hat, and pulled out my phone, seeing my father’s name.

“Hey, ol’ man.”

“Asshole. Told you to cut that shit. Need you at the Pick. Old Red just touched down in his private jet and wants to meet. Get here now.” The Pick was right on the border of Sumner. Having Old Red meet us there was giving a very clear statement that he was not welcome to enter the city limits. How he would respond to that, no one would know.

Fuck. What a way to screw up a perfectly good morning. I needed weapons. Not just the ones I kept on me or my bike.

“Give me ten, and I’ll be there.”

“Later,” my father said, cutting off the call.

Indie came into the kitchen, carrying glasses and set them on the counter next to the sink. “I can get these. You don’t have to keep doing all the cooking and cleaning, ya know.”

“Know that. But like doin’ it. Told you, you are the queen. My queen. Get used to this shit.” I leaned over to kiss her lips gently. “But I have to meet my dad at the clubhouse. Can I see you later?”

Why on earth was I asking if I could see her later? Because I would be seeing her later. That I had no doubt, no matter her response.

“No,” She returned.

“At the bakery then?” I leaned down to her ear. “Always wondered what it’d be like to fuck in that walk-in freezer of yours. We’ll have to try that out.”

She shivered. “Ax…” Indie started, but I deepened a kiss to her lips, making her go silent.

Damn, she tasted good. “Gotta go,” I said, pulling away. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a bit of sadness to it, but she wiped it as soon as it came.

She couldn’t hide much from me. Never could.

“Bye,” she responded quietly, and I pecked her lips.

“And, baby, I will see you later,” I explained, then moved away putting on my cut and heading to the other women in the house.

After all the goodbyes and boots on, I was off to the clubhouse.

Yeah. There was no denying I loved Indigo Jamison Fallon. Just hoped it didn’t take her too long to get with the plan. If it did, I wasn’t afraid to push. Yeah, I’d fucked up. I’d atone to that for the rest of my life. But she was mine.

The entire ride to the Pick, which was about twenty minutes, all I thought about was the taste of Indie. How she moaned. How she moved on me. Replayed every single moment I’d had with her yesterday and last night.

My cock was so fucking hard by the time I got to the meeting place, I wished she were here to relieve it considering the shit was going to hit the fan in a matter of time.

Bikes were lined up, and I noted Raid already here. Seemed I was the last to show. So be it.

Swinging off my bike, putting my helmet on the handlebars, and putting my hat on backward, I moved to the door and opened it wide. The darkness had me pulling off my glasses.

“About fuckin’ time. Where were you? Had to cover your ass at X.” Raid came up, his strides quick.

“With Indie.”

His brow lifted. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. Now what the fuck’s goin’ on here?” I asked him.

“You wanna start this with Indie again because she’s not gonna let this shit go.”

A red haze fell over my eyes. Brother or not, I was pissed. “She’s fuckin’ mine. End of story. Don’t give me any shit about it. I took that shit for you. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.”

“I know, Ax. Somethin’ I’ll never be able to repay. Anything you need, I’m there.”

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