“I don’t want to know how you know that.” I pin him with a glare, and the idiot shrugs again.
Once we’re fully facing each other, I clasp his face in my hands. “I know what your club means to you, and though I may not always agree with what you do or the secrets you may have to keep, I’m willing to overlook it. I want to be with you, Gabe. I want you to be mine as much as I’m yours.” I kiss his lips gently and pull back. He grips the back of my neck, taking my mouth once more in a searing kiss.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he smiles and says, “Let’s get this mess cleaned up and go back to our room to celebrate. I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”
“Will you at least take the plug out? It’s not going to be very comfortable with a thong on,” I complain.
Gabe doesn’t hesitate. “Hell no. I may be an asshole, but you could use a reminder of what it feels like to have such a pain in your ass all the time.”
CHAPTER 22
GABE
True to my word, I spent the entire night savoring every inch of my woman over and over again. I was impressed when she woke up at five a.m. to help Andi make Christmas breakfast for everyone.
I’m sitting at the table with some of my brothers, talking and drinking my morning coffee while watching the two women lay the spread of food out on the bar. Kaylie’s squeal of excitement cuts through the chatter. “He came! Santa came! I knew he would find me! Look Carter. Look Everly. Come see. Come see.”
Everyone turns to watch as she and Carter sprint to the Christmas tree. Mason and the other prospects spent several hours putting together bikes and stacking presents under the tree.
Everly comes to a halt at the foot of the hallway when she sees what has Kaylie so excited. She turns to Mason, who’s smiling from ear to ear, and mouths, “How did you?” Mason shrugs, then takes her by the hand and leads her to sit beside Kaylie.
I lift my cup of coffee and offer a nod of gratitude to Vincenzo, who lifts his cup in return. “He’s never going to letyou live this down, Pres.” Hawk shakes his head beside me. He’s wearing a shiny green elf costume complete with tight-fitting butt-cut shorts, shiny red suspenders, and a red hat with bells dangling off the tip. He’s even got green shoes with bells, like a real elf you see on television. It’s his punishment for losing the bet at the Velvet Pearl.
When he thought he was going to have to surrender a night of submission, Hawk was convinced it would be something sexual in the bedroom. Sadie, however, being the master manipulator that she is, explained how the bet was “One night of doing whatever the other asked in total submission. We never specified it had to be in the bedroom or for sex.”
Of course, the rest of us saw this coming that night. It’s why we all blew the deal for him in the first place. Not only did we get our women away from the dancers and back home, but we knew Sadie would make his ass pay for even thinking he should make the bet in the first place.
“Maybe not, but I’ll get some payback on your wife at least for getting the asshole involved without consulting me.” Hawk’s expression is now one of concern. To go against the president or behind his back is a huge offense within the club.
“What do you have in mind, Pres?” he asks.
“There’s a gift from me under the tree for Sadie. When she opens it, I want you to tell her it was the least I could do since you’ve been ordered to paddle her ass until she can’t sit comfortably for at least a week.” Hawk smiles.
“You want me to mete out her punishment?” He leans back, crossing his arms. “What did you get her?”
I lean back, matching his posture. “A butt pillow.” Hawk’s laughter booms through the room, drawing attention to our table. He’s still laughing when Sadie approaches, sitting herself down on his lap.
“What are you laughing at, elf-boy?” Sadie teases Hawk.
“Oh, thank you, Pres. You just made this whole getup I’m wearing worth it in the end.” Saidie’s eyes move between me and Hawk, clearly contemplating what we could be talking about but not knowing whether or not she should ask. She opts to keep her mouth shut.
“I’m fine, Declan. Stop fussing.”
Violet and Declan are seated on the couch watching and laughing as Carter inspects his new bike and the helmet Dec bought with stickers to match his own.
Violet groans and makes a face. She’s pale again this morning, and from the worried look on Declan’s face, he’s not happy about it.
“We need to get you to the doctor. I don’t give a shit about the snow. I’ll ask Parisi to borrow his rig with the plow and clear the streets myself if I have to,” Declan declares.
“Violet?” Mili calls. “Honey, have you eaten anything yet this morning?”
“Not yet.”
“Did you take those pills I gave you yet?” Mili continues her round of questions while taking a seat beside Violet on the couch. “Without food, they can make you feel nauseous. You have to take them with a bite of something.”
Violet nods.
“What pills?” Declan asks Mili. “You know what’s wrong with Violet? Why didn’t anyone tell me about any goddamn pills?” He’s getting upset. Linzie comes up behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. I clasp hers in mine when I hear her mumble, “Uh oh.”
