Dad might have given me the lecture, but I got the punishment from Mom.
I’m glad I listened to him. Well, as much as a cocky club brat who will probably wear the president patch one day can listen at that age. I did slow down, but I still had a hell of a lot of fun.
I stride toward the ladies and cross my arms when I get to the table while trying not to look amused at how damn cute thescene is. It should be making me run, but that’s the last thing on my mind. This is right in a way that’s almost painful.
“What are you ladies up to?”
Addyson jumps slightly and looks up at me with wide eyes. When our gazes lock, her eyes narrow and her body relaxes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, biker boy,” she throws back at me.
My head falls back on my shoulders, and I bark out a laugh. When I look back down at them, mom is grinning and Addyson’s eyes are glazed over. Unable to help myself, I bend down, pick her up and drape her over my shoulder all in one move.
Addyson groans, “Not again, big guy. I can walk if you’re requesting my presence in a location different than the one I am currently in.”
Fuck, she’s cute. I chuckle while repositioning her, not putting her down but cradling her against my chest. With an arched eyebrow I challenge, “Better?”
“I mean,” her eyebrows shoot up before she blows out a breath that has the little hairs around her face fluttering, “it does help with the head rush situation, but I can still walk.”
“Nope,” I pop the p and start toward our room without saying a damn thing to anyone else or even looking their way.
Why would I look at them when I can look at the woman in my arms? Her brown eyes are sparkling and there’s no hint of fear on her face. It makes the need to get my hands on Wagner claw deeper into my gut. I want her safety to be absolute and right now there’s a threat.
“Fine,” she dramatically collapses in my arms and points forward, “then take me where you please.”
I chuckle and shake my head, feeling like I’m soaking up her light when she’s in my arms. I can almost feel it, the way it lifts me up and makes me feel…more. Protecting her, protecting this feeling and everything that has yet to happen with this woman in my life, will always be my number one priority.
Always.
I easily hold her with one arm as I dig my keys out and open the door. When I look at the bed, there’s a large box waiting for my woman to open. Suddenly nervousness hits me even though it makes no fucking sense.
My hands are gentle as I put her back on her feet, holding her steady by gripping her hips. Fuck me, the way her body calls to me is distracting as fuck.
“That’s for you, Tempest,” I tell her while nodding toward the box.
She glances between the box and me a few times before blurting, “What’s in it?”
Unable to stop myself, I lean down and kiss her lips softly. When she moans, everything about keeping the kiss chaste flies out the window. I pull her against me and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She meets every stroke, her tongue exploring just as much as mine is.
There’s something different about this kiss. It’s frantic, yes, but there’s something sweeter there too. She reaches up and grips my cut as if she’s afraid that I’ll disappear.
Never.
It takes everything in me to do it, but I manage to slow the kiss down. When we’re panting for breath, I press my forehead against hers for a moment to stay connected with her.
“You’ll just have to open it to find out what’s in it. I’m not going to ruin the surprise,” my voice is thick with emotion and all the things she’s not ready to hear. Not yet anyway.
A huge smile breaks out across her face, and she kisses me quickly before darting toward the box. Even though it was brief, that little kiss burns through me.
Maybe because it was quick? It was a reflex, my woman’s natural inclination, and it was to kiss me. She might not even realize she did it but fuck if the reverberations of it aren’t still hitting me.
Since the prospect who brought it in followed my instructions, the tape on top is already cut open. Addyson practically dives into the box with excitement written all over her face.
“I’m sure these aren’t the nicest around or the flashiest brands,” I start as she begins pulling out plastic wrapped clothing, “but I wanted everything delivered quickly and all at once. You shouldn’t want for anything while inside my clubhouse.”
Addyson glances over her shoulder and then looks in the box again before unwrapping a plastic wrapped bundle. A long-sleeved shirt unfolds in her hands once she frees it from the package. My woman gasps as she rips into the next piece of plastic and then the next.
When she’s all done, she’s surrounded by packaging and clothing. I got everything she needs. There are shirts, jeans, socks, shoes, comfortable dresses, sweaters, leggings, along with bras and underwear I can’t wait to see her in. Sue me if a few of the items are for me just as much as they’re for her.
My woman sits amongst the chaos with tears in her eyes and her mouth opening and closing like she doesn’t know where to begin. It’s endearing as fuck and knowing this wasn’t something she expected only makes me fall for her more.
