“Come on, Sweets, let’s go show you what it’s like at the clubhouse, and we’ll talk.” Pyro presses a kiss to the side of my head and stands.
Well, I guess we’re going to talk. Which now, I’m not so sure that’s a good thing or not. I mean, this is the man I’m bonded with. He’s hot. Sexy, in fact. With beefy arms and that beard. I’m not sure if I want to talk or jump his bones. Not that I could right now with my leg the way it is.
NINE
PYRO
The momentI found Carina gone from the clubhouse, I wanted to lose my mind. I nearly did. I didn’t like the fact she was out there, and I didn’t know where the fuck she was. My dragon nearly ripped right out of my skin to take flight and find her.
It’s not been easy the past three weeks. I’ve been trying to keep my distance from her. Give her space and time to heal. Was also working to forge some dragon fire blades that another of our charters ordered. The Massachusetts Charter ordered a case of blades. Icer, from the East Texas Charter, commissioned one that is gonna look wicked as fuck.Fucking Royal called in just this morning requesting one to add to his collection.
But right now, I’m working to finish the ones the Scarecrows up in Ohio ordered.
It’s a lot of work for me, and I haven’t minded it a bit. Inferno has helped a bit as well, but it’s mostly on me and Fire who do the bulk of it right now.
Not to mention the search for Kinley has come up empty. Brimstone came back pissed. She’s nowhere to be found. The lead was a bust. Evelin had been upset and crying about it. Even now, months after what went down, she’s still blaming herself.
To say it’s been a stressful time is an understatement, and not being able to find Carina wasn’t helping. When Francie showed up at the clubhouse, we’d been ready to send out a search party for my mate. Francie was able to slightly calm my dragon as she told us all where Carina is.
Not that it made me happy in the least. I didn’t like the fact she left and didn’t come back.
Clay, who’d been spending time with Inferno at the clubhouse, also wasn’t happy to hear this. The three of us took off to his place and found her eating fucking chili with cornbread. Food smelled good, but I couldn’t think of that. I only had eyes for the woman herself.
Then, sitting with her on the porch swing aftershe nearly fell to get away from us all, yeah, that wasn’t going to fly, I needed her to talk to me. Seems I’d been fucking things up with her, and I didn’t know it. I’ve never had to deal with a woman like this. I’m used to thehorasat the clubhouse. The ones I could fuck and send on their way.
Dealing with Carina is definitely nothing like I’ve dealt with before. She’s going to be a handful and keep me on my toes. I fucking know it.
I was able to at least talk her into going to the clubhouse again. I know I’m gonna have to talk to her. I’ve already told her parts of me that only Heat and Brimstone know, and that’s definitely something. I don’t talk about my family and where I come from. It’s not something I want out there. I keep that shit private for a reason.
Instead of flying over here in dragon form, I drove over here in my truck, planning to get her back to the clubhouse with me. Damn truck is one of my prized possessions. Just like my bikes are. I have two of them. One was the first bike I ever bought, a Triumph Tiger 80. Loved that thing. I don’t ride it much nowadays. Mostly, I ride my Harley Sportster Iron 883. My truck, though, now that’s a 1982 GMC High Sierra. Custom-painted with modifications to the engine to make it the beast it is, as she sits on a twelve-inch lift.
Carina, being as petite as she is, can’t climb in without help. I don’t have a sidebar for her to use to help brace herself up. With her being on crutches, she can’t even jump up into it if she wanted to. If I wanted to, I could put steps on the truck, but helping her in will have its own perks.
“This truck is yours?” Carina asks, glancing at me from the passenger side.
“Yep. She’s mine.” I reach around her and open the door. “Worked and rebuilt the whole truck myself. Flame did the paint job for me.”
Without missing a beat, I take the crutches from her, place them to the side, scoop her up, and lift her into the seat, making her gasp. Grabbing the crutches, I put them in the back and closed her door.
I’m sure we should have told her family we were leaving, and I could easily do that now through the mind link that formed when I bonded with Carina, but I don’t. My only focus right now is getting her back to the clubhouse.
Hopping up in behind the wheel, I start the truck and glance in her direction. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just wish I wasn’t in this stupid boot thing.” Carina sighs and fidgets with her fingers in front of her.
“What did the doctor say?” I ask, putting thetruck in gear and circling in the driveway, heading for the road.
“That it was healing. I still have to stay off it for the time being. I go back in two weeks for another X-ray. Hopefully by then, they’ll say I can put some pressure on it. At least I don’t have the cast anymore and can take a shower.”
The thought of her in the shower, water streaming down those perky breasts, has my cock coming alive. More than it already is.
“I should have already known this, but how were you showering before you went to the doctor?” I fucked up by not taking care of her as I should have. Hell, I made sure the others in the clubhouse didn’t bother her as well. The only ones who have been in there are Inferno, Francie, and her grandparents.
“I sealed my cast in a trash bag and endured the pain while I showered. However, it eased up with each week. I don’t even hurt anymore.”
“None at all?”
“Well, I guess a little, but nothing like before. Mostly achy.”
