Page 16 of Always Yours

He grips my chin and looks intensely into my eyes. I swallow hard as the next words leave his mouth. “I don’t fucking want anyone else but you. I’m not going to lie to you or give you pretty words you want to hear. I will not fuck anyone while I am fucking you, and we will see where this goes. That is all I can promise you.”

I nod my head. “I get that. We have only known each other for a couple days. Who knows, maybe we will get bored in a couple weeks,” I say with a shrug.

“’You already thinking of getting bored of me, baby?” he asks with a smirk.

“Maybe,” I say shrugging, and then grin mischievously at him. “You might have to think of ways to keep me entertained.”

“Oh, you bet your ass I will,” he growls in my ear.

“Hey son, leave her alone. I’m starving. Don’t make me come in there, wink at her, and steal her from you,” I hear the Prez shout.

I groan. “I’m never going to live that down,” I mutter.

“Nope,” he says, and slaps me on the ass before leaving the pantry.

I shake my head and wonder what I have gotten myself into, but I want to live and do what I want for a change. I don’t want to listen to anyone for once.

Razor is either a very good idea or a terrible one.

I hum as the prospects work around me to clean everything we bought, and I start putting everything away.

Over an hour later, I find Razor bringing me a takeout cup of coffee without saying anything before taking off.

I tried the delicious caramel flavour as I finish up. The drink gives me enough energy to do just that.

I make the pasta and everything else from scratch.

I’m completely exhausted by the time I’m finishing up, but I’m very excited for everyone to try my cooking. The kitchen fills with more and more bikers hungrily looking at everything that I made.

Once everything is ready, I make a plate for Prez, VP, Razor, Art, Nik, and myself. The men all come into the room and grin when I hand them each a plate filled with pasta and garlic bread.

I move out of the way and motion to the rest. I swear, I have never seen a group of men move so fast in my life.

Razor pulls me onto his lap as we both eat our food. I don’t miss the knowing looks Prez and VP throw at each other.

The room is silent. No one says a word as the room is filled with groans of enjoyment. I look around as brothers basically lick their plates so that they don’t miss out on a single morsel. I barely have a couple bites before everyone is getting up for seconds.

I stare at everyone wide eyed.

“Did you guys even chew your food?” I ask in amazement.

There are chuckles around the room from everyone.

“That was the best fucking thing I have eaten in a long time,” someone says.

I shrug. “Thanks. It’s pretty simple, but I was forced to learn household stuff. Honestly, I never minded doing it. There’s something satisfying about having people enjoy a meal that you made on your own.”

“I might have to come eat here more often if this is the type of food you make,” someone else says.

A flush creeps up my cheeks.

“Thank you,” I reply.

Razor squeezes my sides and, when I turn to look at him, he grins at my proudly.

Art drops him off his second helping since he didn’t want me to get off his lap.

I feel a sense of peace come over me, like I had finally found where I was always supposed to be.

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