“Don’t you even think about apologizing. That boy’s needed to be taken down a peg or two for a long time now. I expect you at the big cookout next week. I won’t take no for an answer. Looking forward to seeing and hearing more from you.”He pressed a kiss to her forehead before giving me a nod of approval.
I had always felt most at home at the clubhouse and among my Brothers, but at that moment, looking down into Fee’s beautiful face, something inside me clicked into place. This felt right—Fiona at my side—and I would do whatever it took to make sure she felt the same.
Chapter 10
Fiona
Bash drove me home after my first trip to the club. On the car ride back, he held my hand pressed against his thigh, but didn’t say much. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. There was an echo of a smile on his face, and I was distracted, processing the events of the day. He walked me up to my apartment and had his arms around me before the door closed behind us.
Somehow, he maneuvered us to the couch until he was seated, pulling me down on top of him. I straddled his big thighs, my legs on either side of him as he clutched me to him. Ripping his mouth off mine, he gave me a huge grin and used his big hands to gently push my hair back from my face, his eyes roaming over every inch of me.
“What?” I asked, confused by his expression and unnerved by the silence.
“Nothing. Just thinking about earlier. You schooled anyone who tried to come at you. It was sexy as fuck.”
“I don’t think they were comingat me,but I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with assholes and bitches. They might look and talk differently, but they’re all the same at their core. It’s pretty sad, really. Their only personality trait is being a dick for no reason. Anyway, I liked Bull and Scythe. Cara was sweet too.”
“Cara? I didn’t think she had two cells to bang together in that head of hers.”
I frowned down at him.
“I think she’s playing dumb around the Brothers because she thinks you guys find it more attractive. When she was giving me the tour, I was impressed with just how much she knew about everyone who comes in and out of the clubhouse.
“All I’m saying is, I think she’s smarter than you give her credit for. Same with Charlie, actually. With my attack, I totally dropped the ball on law school. Shit.” I frowned, a ball of guilt forming in my stomach at how much time had passed since that conversation.
“What about Charlie?” Bash asked, and I closed my eyes, frustrated that I had once again let an inside thought out into the real world. Bash chuckled and pulled me down, shoving his face in my hair.
“You don’t have to tell me. Just make sure Charlie knows I support whatever she wants to do.”
“If she doesn’t already know that, it sounds like something you might need to address personally,” I muttered, unable to hold back the sass in my tone.
“Yes, ma’am. You are correct and right about all things,” he said, holding back a laugh.
“Now, come back and kiss me some more before I have to go. Want to make sure you’re thinking about me when you go to bed tonight,” he said, his eyes getting dark and his voice lower.
The kiss was slower and somehow more intense. His grip in my hair was solid, and my hips rolled against his without my control. Moving one of his hands to my ass to pull me closer, it felt like all the oxygen had left the room. With our foreheads pressed together, I was happy to notice he was as out of breath as I was. With a final kiss to my lips, he tapped my thigh gently.
“Alright, up you go before I lose all control,” he muttered as we untangled our bodies and rose from the couch. I walked him to the door, my hands trembling slightly as I unlocked it to lethim out. Just as I got the door open, Bash put his hand on my chin to pull my attention back to him.
“About that date?” he asked, and I smiled.
“What about it?” I replied.
“Can I take you out after work tomorrow? Things are a bit crazy this week, preparing for everyone coming through. Want to make sure I get to see you.”
“Dinner tomorrow night works for me,” I answered easily. I wanted to see him, too, and I didn’t want to have to pretend or play it cool.
“Great. I’ll send Match with a car so I can pick you up at the office.” I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss before stepping into the hallway, giving me the look that meant he wasn’t going to move until he heard all the locks.
The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, I remembered that Bash was taking me out afterward. I panicked for a moment, unsure what to wear. Wanting to put in a bit more effort, but also not wanting to stand out at work, resulted in me spending far too much time on my hair and makeup.
I chose a pair of dark slacks that were high-waisted and tailored for my height, pairing them with a cream-colored silk shell top that Charlie forced me to buy and gold-heeled sandals. I grabbed a lightweight blazer to wear inside the office when the air conditioning kicked up. Summers at the office were always a pain to dress for.
I left my hair down, but picked one of my favorite patterned scarves and used it as a headband, holding the bulk of my hair off my neck, but some curls in the front remained down. I felt very exposed, typically keeping my arms and chest covered and my hair pulled away from my face. The more time I spent around Bash, the more I wanted to be seen. I wanted him to see me. I didn’t feel the need to hide or blend into the shadows. Matchpicked me up for work at the regular time, and as soon as I got into the car, I turned to find him staring at me, his face already turning red as he tried to hold back a laugh.
“What? Do I have something on my face? What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling at the passenger mirror to check my lip gloss.
“Bukkake? Really, Fee? I just about dropped dead when you said that. Funniest fuckin’ shit I’ve ever heard.” He laughed and hit the steering wheel before finally composing himself enough to drive.
