“That’s what I heard… in more ways than one.”
“Jesus fuck,” I groan. “The hell is wrong with these guys?”
I thought this dude was just being lazy. Going home early or some shit. Didn’t think he was taking off to bust a nut.
“How old is this guy?” I add.
“No clue. Didn’t see his face. Just his white ass in the moonlight.”
Chuckling, I hold out my hand for a shake. “Thanks, man. Appreciate it. Keep an eye out for a bonus.”
“Hey, thanks.”
I tell him I’ll handle the situation and see him later, then head back to the main road. I should head to the clubhouse to see who’s still there to figure this shit out, but it can wait until tomorrow.
I want to go home and see my girl.
When I get home, Tommy is in the yard marking a spot for a garden for Kelsey. She mentioned she wanted to grow shit, so Tommy is making that happen. He calls my name, but I raise a hand and go inside, needing to see Anastacia, needing to make sure she’s okay—even though Tommy would have told me if something was wrong.
The house is quiet. She isn’t in the kitchen, dining room, or living room, so I hurry to the bedroom and find her fast asleep. It’s only when I stop and stare down at her that I realize how hard my heart is beating.
I walk into the room, run my hand over her head and lean down to kiss her. She sighs, leaning into me, so I let the kiss linger and fight the urge to get in bed, curl up behind her, and hold her.
All of my things are still in this room, so I quietly pull clothes from the drawers and head into the bathroom for a shower. The scent of her soap lingers, and I smile to myself. It’s a sweet,feminine scent. Something I’ve never experienced before, at least not that I can remember.
Growing up, there were three men in the house with my mother. Everything about us overrode everything about her. Where she wanted soft, we had rough. Where she wanted pink, we wanted black. She loved it all, though. Nothing meant more to her than us.
And maybe deep down, the reason I love this so much is because it gives me those memories of her. Maybe I just miss having a woman around. Of course, Kels is here, but that’s different. It’s so different.
I get out of the shower, dry off, brush my teeth and hair, and get dressed. Pulling open the door, the steam bellows out, and when it clears, I can’t help but smile at Anastacia leaning against the wall, waiting for me.
She greets me with a blinding smile that has my heart doing all sorts of flips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
I take a deep breath to steady myself, fighting the urge to lunge and kiss her silly.
That’s not what this is, and I need to remember that. It’s just really difficult since she’s living in my house and sleeping in my bed and cuddling with me on the couch.
Still, I won’t take advantage of her. I won’t be like all those other men.
“Do you need the bathroom?” I ask.
She shakes her head, pushing off the wall and walking to me.
“Just waiting for you.”
All the air leaves my lungs as she wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my chest. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
Chapter Sixteen
Anastacia
Cramps wake me many times through the night, but it happens sometimes, so I breathe through them and force myself back to sleep.
Until sleep is impossible.
They aren’t so bad that I can’t handle them, but they’re uncomfortable enough that I can’t sleep—and I think maybe they’re getting worse.
