I throw my arms around her, enjoying the shriek that comes out of her mouth. Bringing my face into the crook of her neck, I say, “Temptress… you’re killing me.”
She laughs. “I thought I was wifey.”
I let go of her, then grab her hand and swing her around to me. “You are both.” The wicked glint in her eyes has me wondering how long it’ll be before we have sex.
After I put my sneakers on, we walk out the front door to see the sun rising. As we move across the driveway, I wet my lips, bringing my thumb and index finger together and to my mouth. I whistle, and it only takes a moment before Conan is running full speed toward us.
Sophie lets out a shrill scream and darts behind me. I turn around to face her. “He won’t hurt you.”
She nods slowly, though her lips are pressed together. I grasp her hand in mine, linking our fingers together, and squeeze. When Conan doesn’t acknowledge us, her shoulders loosen a bit. Conan darts past us and eagerly bounces around by the front gate, waiting for our morning run.
Rage opens the gate.
“Did you want to go for a walk or a jog?” I ask Sophie.
“A jog,” she says in a clipped tone, like I just offended her for offering to go for a walk instead.
I can’t stop my stupid grin. “No need to bite my dick off.”
She laughs. We stride forward at a slow pace at first. Conan is ahead of us, zigzagging on the dirt path, his nose down as he sniffs around.
We jog over uneven ground. The dirt path is from tire tracks that lead up to a cabin, and further along is where we grow pot. “You go first,” I tell Rage, so he can lead and I can feast on Sophie’s body.
As Rage moves ahead of me, my eyes go straight to Sophie’s breasts, which bounce with every stride, then to those mile-long legs, and all I can think is I can’t wait to have her legs wrapped around my hips. I reluctantly force my eyes ahead of me. I need to stop it before I have another hard-on—that’s going to be uncomfortable while running.
“Conan,” I yell out when I can’t see him up ahead. I can’t lose that dog; Ava will be devastated. He comes out of the long grass along the track and pauses, peeping back at us. “Wait there, shithead!” I hear Rage chuckle ahead of me.
As we jog further along up the hill, my blood is pumping, my heart is racing, and my breath is heavier. Apart from the early chirps of the birds, all I can hear is our footsteps hitting the ground and our heavy breathing. I dare a peek at Sophie again, surprised that she’s keeping up with us. A light sheen of sweat covers her forehead and chest, making my mouth water. The sharp breaths through those plump lips of hers…
“Have you gotten a good look?” Sophie asks. Her honesty and saying what she’s thinking is refreshing.
“Oh, wifey,” I say through a smile. “I could stare at you all day and never get enough.”
She shakes her head at me, though the corner of her mouth teases a smile.
We run in smooth, quick strides further up the hill, past the cabin, but as we get closer to where we grow our marijuana, I say, “How about we turn back? I’m starved.” It’s taken us twenty minutes to get to this point—that should be enough.
Rage stops, then turns, gives me a stiff nod, and jogs past me. We make our way back down the hill. As we get back to the clubhouse and our jog slows down to a walk, I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my forearm. When we get closer, the smell of bacon hits me. I wave Sophie over. “Come on, it smells like they’re out back at the barbecue.”
Her nose crinkles. “No, thanks.”
A fatty meal after a run… I understand if she doesn’t feel like it. “What would you like then?”
“Um… a smoothie or even some fruit.”
“I can do that,” I answer as we go inside. Rage goes to the side of the clubhouse, toward the barbecue.
As we walk through the house, Sophie asks, “What’s in those rooms?”
I stop to see what she’s looking at. “The first one is the computer and security room, and the one with the War Brothers MC logo carved into the door is church.”
She blinks a few times. “What’s church?”
“Where the club meetings are held.”
We continue toward the kitchen, but she stops at the wall full of the MC’s police mug shots, while I keep walking. Trixie and Candy are standing by the oven. Candy’s face brightens when her eyes land on me. She takes two steps toward me but stops when she sees Sophie behind me. Candy’s face falls. I need to keep reminding myself that she’s not my problem.
“Mornin’,” I say to the women in an upbeat voice.
