I splay my hands on his chest. “Did you get the toys?” I press, not giving a shit about the bike parts or tools.
His lips curve up at the corners. “Darlin’, who am I?”
I search his eyes.He’s got the toys.I grin. “You are the mother fucking President of the Black Hearts MC.”
His grin deepens. “I am, but what else?”
My brows furrow confused. “Er, hot?”
A deep rumble of laughter vibrates from his chest. “Darlin’.” He pauses, tucking my hair behind my ear, his gaze following the movement. “I am your man, your husband. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, for our kids. You want the moon? I will bring you the fucking moon, baby.” He winks.
“I want your cock,” I counter.
Before he can answer, Queenie walks out. “No, no, no,” she orders. We both turn our attention to her. “No more fornicating. Dinner will be ready in five minutes, and the kids are all sat down waiting. I will not have another dinner going cold because you two can’t seem to stop humping,” she chastises us, pausing to hit me and Ghost with her cloth.
“Jesus, calm down, Queenie.” I laugh.
“Momma Dinner!” Storm yells from the open window.
“Bossy just like her mother,” Ghost quips.
We head inside, only now noticing that the rest of the brothers had already gone in while Ghost and I were talking. Everyone is all sat around the table, talking and laughing, and the kids are having fun as they laugh together. No crying.
Enzo jumps down from his chair and comes running over to Ghost, leaping into his arms. “Hey, little man. How’s the club been while I was out?”
“Good, Dad. No trouble,” Enzo reports back.
Ghost gives him a kiss on the top of his head. “Go sit and get some food, son,” he says as he lowers him down.
Enzo runs back over to his table. “Now, why doesn’t he let me hug him like that?” I sigh.
Ghost wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Because hugs and kisses from his momma make him look weak. My boy is growing to be the next leader, darlin’.”
“Pfft. If he wants to, he can change his mind at any time. He may want to become a doctor or a lawyer,” I remind him.
“Never said he couldn’t. Just letting him do and be whoever he wants to be,” Ghost states.
I smirk. “What if he wanted to join the police force?”
Those glacial eyes I adore land on mine. “Don’t even fucking joke about shit like that.”
I burst out laughing as Ghost guides me to our seats, and as soon as we are seated, he takes my plate and begins to load it full of food. “You want me to gain fifty pounds?” I gasp as he adds a large scoop of mac n’ cheese.
“I want you fed and well. I didn’t marry a skinny bitch that counts calories. I ain’t ever risking you losing that ass or those tits. Now eat your damn food,” he orders as he places the plate down.
I pick up one of the ribs on my plate, keeping my eyes on him as I take a large bite. “Happy?” I mumble around a mouthful.
He smirks before he reaches over and swipes away the BBQ sauce off my chin. “Yeah, you know how I love it when you have a mouthful of meat.”
“Sweet lord, I’m going to vomit up my dinner.” Belle mock gags beside me, making me give her a shove with my elbow.
“Okay, so what time are we heading out on Friday?” Queenie asks.
The one thing we didn’t plan was times. We all exchange a look and say, “Lunchtime,” in unison, making us all burst out laughing that we were all thinking the same thing.
“Okay. Tomorrow, Star will help me pick up the turkey from Stan’s?” Queenie asks.
I nod. “Sure,” I agree, wondering why she has asked me and not Cash or Maggie, but maybe they’re busy.
