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Yeah…if nothing got in our way, I was going to stay in bed with her all fucking day.

Chapter 29

REMEDY

I was tired after he made me come the second time but I didn’t stop him when he wanted to go for round two, three, and four. We were in my bed for the past three hours, with short breaks in between.

My legs wouldn’t stop shaking and the soreness between my thighs was getting more intense. When even Fender was exhausted from all the fucking, we went to take a shower where he shampooed my hair and washed my body with gentle hands.

We were both getting hungry, and while I was drying my hair, he went downstairs to order food. I didn’t care what he’d order. I’d eat anything at this point.

After getting dressed, I headed downstairs to find Fender but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked in the living room and kitchen, then walked over to the front door to look out the window.

His bike was still out there, and when I moved my gaze, I saw him standing on the front steps of the house.

He was on the phone but I knew he wasn’t still ordering food. I opened the door and he immediately looked back at me.

“We’ll talk about this later. Alright. Bye.” He hung up and pushed his phone into his front pocket. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t think I like having you spy on me.”

I tilted my head to the side and pursed my lips. “I wasn’t spying. Did you order the food?”

He nodded and turned toward me. When he reached me, he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I did. Indian. You like that?”

I smiled and placed my hands on his chest, taking in his cut and all his patches. “I love Indian food.” I moved my gaze to his face and studied him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because you just had a very serious phone call. Who was it?”

He shook his head at me, not needing to use words to turn me down. I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. “Not fair.”

He chuckled and pulled me even closer, making me press the side of my face into his chest. “Actually, it’s pretty damn fair. Doesn’t matter if you were born into this club. Club business is none ofyourbusiness.”

He didn’t have to say it like that. Hell, most times I didn’t even care what went on between them and whoever they had beef with. But it wouldn’t hurt them to be open about a couple of things.

Fender rubbed my back and squeezed me tight before pulling away and nodding toward the house. “Let’s get back inside and hope that food will be here soon. Does Woodrow have beer in the fridge?”

“Most likely.”

We went back inside and I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer for Fender and a coke for myself, then I went over to the living room where he had already made himself comfortable.

I handed him the beer and sat down next to him. The food arrived fifteen minutes later and as we were eating, Woodrow came back with Agnes and Myra.

That baby was so damn tired. I hated how she spent most her time at the club instead of somewhere safe and surrounded by toys and clean air.

Agnes handed Myra to me when I reached for her, needing to cuddle her. Luckily, she wouldn’t remember any of this when she was older. Unless she went through a traumatic experience like I had when I was six.

I kissed her head and smiled at her when she looked up at me. “Hey, sweetheart. You look adorable in that little jumpsuit,” I told her, and she squealed in return.

“Why are you here?” Woodrow asked Fender, and the dynamic in the room immediately shifted. There was tension. I looked up at Fender, then gazed over at Woodrow, watching as he took in the scene in his living room.

“Came to make sure my girl was okay.”

Woodrow raised a brow. “Your girl?”

“Remi. Officially claimed her just this morning.”

Two things made my heart flutter. Him calling me Remi and outing the second part so casually.

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