There’s so much I don’t know about her yet, so much I want to learn.
But one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt is that Honey Mitchell and her boys are mine now.
CHAPTER NINE
HONEY
Stretchingmy arms above my head, I groan.
Everything aches in the most delicious way possible. My thighs are sore, my back has a little bit of a twinge, and there’s a tenderness between my legs that makes me bite my lip as memories of last night flood my brain.
Holy smokes. I had sex with my hot biker neighbor.
And not just any sex. The kind of mind-blowing, toe-curling sex I’d convinced myself only existed in the romance books I hide from the boys.
I turn my head on the pillow, expecting to find the space next to me empty. Instead, I freeze.
Dread is sound asleep beside me, one tattooed arm flung over his head, his bare chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
My eyes jump to the alarm clock sitting on the cardboard box beside my air mattress.
7:03 AM.
Oh shit. Oh shit!
The boys will be up any minute. After everything that happened yesterday, I wouldn’t be surprised if Tommy’s already awake, just waiting for an acceptable hour to come check on me.
I gently poke Caleb’s shoulder. “Dread,” I whisper. “Caleb, wake up.”
He cracks open one eye, and his lips tip up in a slow, sexy grin that does funny things to my insides. Before I can tell him he needs to hurry and leave before my boys catch him in my bed, he reaches out and pulls me under him in one quick yank.
“Mornin’, baby.” His voice is rough with sleep, sending a tingle all the way down to my lady bits.
“Hi,” I whisper back, feeling suddenly shy despite the fact that this man had his face between my thighs last night.
His grin turns into a full-on smile, and it’s unfair how handsome he is first thing in the morning. No one should look that good with bed head and morning stubble.
His eyes rake over my face as I pat at my hair, sure it’s sticking up all over the place.
“Could get used to this,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.
My eyes rake over every inch of his handsome face. “Used to what?”
“Wakin’ up with a sexy woman next to me.” Caleb shifts his hips, and I feel his morning wood pressing against my center.
I fight a smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
If possible, his smile grows even bigger.
“Listen,” I say, trying to focus despite the delicious weight of him pressing me into the mattress. “The boys will be up soon. You should probably go before they find you in my bed.”
He grinds his morning erection against me again. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere, woman. You’re mine now. So are they. And that means they gotta get used to seeing me around ‘cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
My heart warms at his claim on me and my boys. It’s ridiculous how much I want to believe him. But still. My kids need to be eased into things, especially after that scene with Eddie yesterday.
I open my mouth to tell him as much when I hear it—the sound of small feet thundering toward my bedroom a second before my door is thrown open.
“Hi, Dread!” Jackson chirps, not the least bit fazed that a tattooed biker’s in bed with his mother.
