Page 40 of Sparrow's Grace

“What are you doing, Angel?” I called out.

She jumped, then smiled, “Zeke, I didn’t know you were home. How come I didn’t hear your bike or the door to your SUV?”

I shrugged as I made my way to her, “Didn’t know if you were awake or not, walked the bike into the garage.”

She smiled, “Zeke, you didn’t have to do that, I can sleep through motorcycles running.”

“Good to know. But I won’t be doing it while you're pregnant. You need your sleep regardless.”

She grinned, then she answered my question, “I had a craving for strawberries and sour cream.”

I was smiling at the strawberries but winced at the sour cream.

She dipped a strawberry in the sour cream, popped it into her mouth, and moaned.

Thank fuck I was older and didn’t buy into the whole skinny jean bullshit.

Because at that moan, my dick would have lost all blood supply at how hard it got.

Knowing the only way I could get the hardness down was by thinking of the goriest things I could think of because nothing else worked when it came to her.

One, dead bodies.

Two, burning bodies.

Three, kids getting blown up.

Yeah, that fucking did it.

And yes, being in the unit I was in, I’ve seen it all before.

I sat down beside her, took off my boots, then settled on the couch.

She smiled at me, dipped another strawberry into the sour cream, and asked, “Want to try one?”

Knowing that this woman could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to her, I opened up and let her pop the strawberry stuff into my mouth.

Then I bit down on it, and chewed, then swallowed.

When I didn’t say anything, she asked, “Well?”

I wanted something to wash the taste out of my mouth, but I wasn’t a fucking idiot, if she said it was good, then it was fucking good, therefore, I said, “Darlin’, it ain’t as bad as the green eggs in an MRE.”

She smiled, then nodded, “I need to try…”

I shook my head at her immediately, “Angel, if you ever try it, it’ll be because I’m dead, and you're facing a Zombie Apocalypse.”

She giggled, then asked, “So, tell me something about you?”

I watched as she popped another strawberry in her mouth, and then asked, “What do you want to know?”

She chewed, then swallowed, and said, “Anything you want to tell me?”

“Well, I had a dad that was a piece of shit. You're going to see me with my shirt off, a few of the scars are from him. He used the termLessonsinstead of beatings. When I was seventeen, I joined the army. Did two tours. Got out and didn’t really have a home.”

“I was out riding my bike, saw a fight taking place between some guys in an MC and some punk ass looking motherfuckers. And when I saw one of them backhand a woman, well, I pulled into the lot, grabbed a crowbar I kept in my saddlebags, and slammed that crowbar in the man’s face, then I told him, only a pussy hits women.”

“And then after I joined them in the fight, Powers asked me if I wanted to prospect. Six months later, and because of how I was and acted, I got my full patch. That was seven years ago, and I’ve never looked back.”

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