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He laughed. “Then I better let you get that.” But he didn’t get up from where he was sitting next to me on the bed. And he was watching me in a way that made my stomach flutter. His largecapable fingers slid down until he was cupping the back of my neck.
My breath caught in my throat because he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t mind. I was the one demanding we take this slow, but sometimes I also wished he’d just blow past that boundary. Which was stupid of me to want. Because then I’d just get upset with him for pushing me faster than I wanted to go, you know, after I enjoyed the hot sexy love making.
Bolo was doing exactly as I asked and I really did appreciate that. Enough that it made me want him even more. Not to mention my newly whacked out hormones were making me horny all the damn time. If I wasn’t sick, I was amped up. Probably because I had this hot biker hanging around all the time.
“I’ll leave you to it.” I watched him walk out of the room with longing. Running after him and tossing myself into his strong arms wasn’t an option right now. But at some point I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself.
I answered the phone. “Hi, Mom.”
“Oh there you are, Sweetie.”
I smiled as I settled back against the pillows and listened to my mother speak. My eyes drifted to the closed door again. Today was a very good indicator that Bolo was going to treat me incredibly well. He’d come to find me when I wasn’t answering him. Took me to the doctor. Got me meds. Got me all settled into bed for a nap. And not once had he looked irritated or put out that I was probably ruining whatever plans he had for the day.
Mom had told all of us, when we were younger and she was having one of her ‘talks’ with us, that who you chose to be your partner in this life was the most important decision we could make. Because living with another person could be difficult. And you wanted to marry a good man who was a partner to you inall ways. He’d be not only your husband, but the father of your children.
That was a huge responsibility that not all men took seriously. I smiled. Bolo was taking it seriously. He was showing up and proving that he was going to put me and this baby first. And I wasn’t sure how much more he could do to prove what a good man he was, but I knew he was going to keep exceeding my expectations. At least, that was what I was hoping and he hadn’t given any indications to anything different.
CHAPTER 21
Bolo
“Another fucking dead end,” Relay muttered and kicked an empty cardboard box out of the way.
“We’ll find them.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked around at the empty warehouse.
“That sounded far too fucking cheerful considering we just got stuck in rush hour traffic and found nothing here.”
I shrugged my shoulders as we walked together, looking around for anything we might have missed. “What’s not to be cheerful about?”
His scowl deepened. “Well, fuck, I don’t know? Maybe the fact that these assholes already tried to kill you once before? And nearly took Dad and Isaac out along with you?”
I snorted in derision. “They didn’t even fucking get close to taking us out. You’re being dramatic.”
He stopped, staring at me, dumbfounded. “I’m notfuckingdramatic.”
“Tell that to the twelve-year-old girl you sound like.”
“You fucking- Next time I’m going to just let them kill your ass.”
I chuckled. Nothing made me happier than pissing him off. Except maybe pissing off Isaac. Or both of them at once. Kind of a buy one, get one free, deal. That was always elite. I considered how I could somehow get my oldest brother in on this conversation and make them both lose their shit.
Naw. No time.
“You had nothing to do with preventing them from killing my ass,” I reminded him.
He just walked away from me, tired of my bullshit. That happened a lot. “There’s nothing here.”
“Alright. We’ll head back to the clubhouse. Let Ruck know this was a dead end.”
Relay narrowed his eyes. “See? There it is again.”
I arched a brow at him with a smirk on my lips. “Maybe the problem is you, little brother.”
“It’s your girl.”
“She’s not a problem at all.” He gave me a look that said that wasn’t what he meant but he shouldn’t have to explain it to my dumb ass. Like I didn’t fucking know what he meant. I’d known him all his life. “Yeah,” I agreed, not bothering to deny it. “Maybe you need to get yourself laid, Bro.”
He stared at me, unamused. “I get laid.”
