Page 39 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
How could it not when I’d put on such a perfect display of bullshit.
All the laws said she could not belong to all three of us once a claim is made. I’d been told that so many times the words were branded on my brain.
Fine. If that’s how the rules were, then I’d make my own way.
Callie fastened the bandage in place, her eyes flicking from my face to my stomach and back again.
I stood, pulling her around with me.
She didn’t protest.
Didn’t say a damned thing or even try to resist as I hauled ass across the room.
Everyone watching muttered, some behind my back and others with open sneers.
I met every single look and silently dared them to say a single word to stop me.
No one did, not as we stormed through the middle of the room and not as I hauled her into the office where Hawk did paperwork.
The tiny space offered about as much privacy as a shoebox, but it would have to do.
At least it had a door with a lock and no windows.
Diesel could take care of the door if he wanted, but I highly doubted he could be bothered or that Hawk would let him.
I turned and pushed Callie behind me, leaving me in the open doorway to face the entire club.
I met Hawk’s eyes over the heads of everyone else and closed the door.
He didn’t look surprised.
Worried maybe, but not surprised.
“What are you doing, Colt?” Callie rubbed her wrist where I’d grabbed her.
“Did I hurt you?” I locked the door, then held out my hand. “Let me see.”
“I’m fine.”
“Then let me see.”
She held out her wrist for my inspection. Red ringed her wrist where I’d held on too tight.
I bent and kissed the soft underside, right where her pulse fluttered against my lips. I lingered over the pulse point, rubbing my thumb back and forth. “If I’m a risk, then take it.” I offered her everything that I had. Myself. If she accepted, I was right back where I started. If she turned me down, I’d have my excuse to stop feeling so damned much.
10
COLT
SEVEN YEARS AGO…
Callie didn’t hesitate the way I expected. From the instant I kissed her wrist until I met her eyes, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body to mine.
I kissed her long and hard, one hand on the back of her head and the other yanking at our clothes.
She gasped into my mouth when I worked my hand into her pants and stroked her.
The adrenaline rush I’d ridden home on shifted into lust so consuming nothing else mattered.
