“You sure?” She seems uncertain, and I find it fucking adorable that she doesn’t want to leave my side.
“Yeah, baby. These ladies will take good care of you.”
Memphis pats the seat beside her. “Come on, sit. We don’t bite.” She pauses, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
Honey laughs, the sound doing strange things to my chest.
“DREAD!” Reign shouts from across the room.
I look over to see him, Morpheus, Zero, Chilly, and Vex standing around a high-top table with beers in their hands. Morph motions me to come over.
“Go on,” Cora says, waving me away. “We’ll keep her company.”
I look at Honey, and she smiles, telling me it’s fine. Then, not giving a fuck that everyone is watching, I press my lips to hers.
Whistles ring out around the room, and I smile against her mouth.
“People are staring, aren’t they?” she whispers.
“Yep.” I pull back and smirk at the crimson hue on her cheeks.
Fuck.She’s too damn cute.
I watch Honey slide into the booth next to Memphis, then head over to where my brothers are waiting.
Once I’m close, Morpheus gives me a playful punch in the shoulder. “So you brought the MILF to the party.”
Reign, Zero, and Chilly laugh.
I look over my shoulder at Honey, smiling and chatting with the ol’ ladies, then turn back to my brothers and shrug.
Vex’s brows snap together. “Neighbor?” He looks over at Honey before turning back to me. “What happened to Mac’s friend you were hung up on?”
I take a sip of my beer, wondering where the fuck he’s been the last few weeks. “Sarah’s with someone else now.”
“So you and the single mom? Never would have guessed it,” Reign says, with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“It’s not like that.” Is it?
“Oh shit,” Morpheus grins. “You like her.”
“Fuck off.”
“No,” Morph insists, setting down his beer and leaning closer. His eyes rake across my face like he’s looking for something, then suddenly his brows shoot up to his hairline. “Oh fuck. You do. You like her—like her.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” I shift my stance as I think about what I know so far about Honey and her kids, which isn’t much. And yet, somehow I just fucking know?—
I feel my brows hit my hairline.
Oh, fuck me running.
It hits me like a lightning rod. I do like her. And it’s a hell of a lot more than just wanting to stick my dick in her.
I look over my shoulder to where she’s seated with the ladies. She must feel me staring because she turns and our eyes meet. Her eyes are shining, and a soft smile lights up her face.
Fuck. Me.
MINE.
