Can this man be any more attractive?
“I’m well aware.” I chuckle, biting my lips and noticing his jaw tightening at the sight.
Ares
“Four in Philadelphia, five in Pittsburgh, and two in Cleveland,” assures Vox with a determined voice.
“Five in Pittsburgh…” I rub my stubble, “good, that’s fucking good.”
“We’ll need to takeover it soon to avoid the Greeks to get ahead of us but, yeah, pretty fuckin’ great,” he says with a half-grin, patting my shoulder.
“You did good, Vox… Thank you,” I rasp, clearing my throat, looking at my mug of coffee on the kitchen counter.
He nods and swallows his coffee. “Yeah, no problem.”
Giggles echo behind us as our wives come from the living room, smiling from ear to ear, Rose silently laughing then glancing at her husband with a look I can only understand too well now.
“Oh my god, Vox. Harley is the cutest cat ever. Rose just showed me when she sleeps in plants.” Mia chuckles, wearing a long blue dress, with her hair loose making my imagination go into dark places.
“Yeah, that little thing is putting hairs all over the place, even got some on my bike.” He shakes his head, then smirks at his wife, who’s carrying a smug smile and signs something I don’t get.
“Rose says I complain, but I like the fluff ball more than I want to admit.” He shrugs, his eyes locked with Rose’s. “Yeah, alright.” he rasps, chuckling before kissing his wife’s hair.
“Rose, come sit here. I’ll make you some tea,” Mia says, showing one of the stools to her, then stepping to the kettle. “Is granola and yogurt okay with you? I can also make a smoothie if you want? I got all the superfood powders you can imagine,” she tells her while holding a jar of granola and I can’t help but smile at my wife talking about food with excitement.
She’s not there yet, but she’s on her way to healing. I can feel it in my guts, and I’ll be there every step of the way to support her.
Rose points to the jar with a smile, her blonde locks contrasting with her blue eyes. Mia makes her a bowl, applying herself more than usual to make it nice and then gives it to her. Then she grabs oat, berries and vegan yogurt stuff, which I tried once without looking, and fuck, won’t do the mistake again. She makes her bowl and sighs. Once she’s satisfied with it, she joins Rose.
All sat around the marble counter, we chat and talk about their life in Seattle, and Mia and Rose make plans to “binge-watch a new series together.” Whatever that means. They even make a fucking pinky promise about it, making Vox and I exchange a much dubious look. Our women contrast with ourbiker lives, but fuck, I don’t think he would exchange it for anything in this world, and neither am I.
“Angel, we gotta go. Plane leaves in an hour,” Vox says, standing and shaking my hand. Rose hugs Mia, and my girl signs “See you soon” to Rose. Bet she taught her a few signs, and I am proud my woman’s trying hard to learn them.
“It was so great to have you guys,” adds Mia, sliding next to me like a puzzle piece, my hand resting on the low of her back.
After they leave, I turn to my wife and kiss the hell out of her.
“God,” she gasps, panting, her cheek all fucking pink with her swollen lips and disheveled red hair.
“Just Ares.” I smirk. She pushes my chest, shaking her head.
“I gotta show you something,” I tell her, my tone back to business.
“Like now?” she asks with her hands on her hips.
“Yeah,” I deadpan.
“I’ve got a video call with a client in an hour, will it be enough time?”
“It will, it’s not that far.”
“Oh, where are you taking me?” Excitement pulls at the corner of her hazelnut eyes.
“You’ll see. Put your shoes on, princess. We’re going now. I’ll head to the club after. Ash and Carter will bring you back,” I command.
“Carter too?” She raises a brow.
“Yeah, if that’s alright with you. He will replace Shadow from now on.”
