“We don’t have to do anything, baby. I just want to sleep next to you. I want to hold you in my arms. Can we try that?” Her eyesdipped down to my lips and then back up a moment later, and she nodded.
“Let me put something on.” I grabbed my boxers and turned my back on her, dropping the towel and pulling them on. I heard the tiny whimper, and I smiled. “Go change, Grace.” I swatted her ass as I scooted by to get into bed. Her body jumped, but she chuckled.
It was progress.
She came out of the bathroom in my T-shirt, and it was ten times sexier than any skimpy lingerie she could wear. I held the blanket up, and she crawled in and settled herself against my side. Her hand over my heart.
She laid her face against her hand, and I listened to her breathing as I stroked my hand up and down her back, my other arm up behind my head. I didn’t want to crowd her but damn, it felt good to finally have her in my bed.
“I don’t think my mother was who she said she was,” she whispered.
I thought about what Reaper said. About Grace looking so much like his mother. “Reaper thinks you might be related to his mother.”
“That’s what Donna thinks too.”
Donna was James’ old lady. I didn’t realize they’d had a chance to talk. But they were all over at the house together earlier; it was only natural the women would talk to each other.
“Popeye’s the only one who has the answers.”
“Popeye?” she asked, looking up at me.
“Uncle Stephen. He’s retired, but he was once the VP of the Soulless Sinners.”
“So my father was in a club; I just had the wrong club.”
“It doesn’t change a damn thing, Grace. Nothing that has happened changes the way I feel about you. Or the fact that you’re my old lady.”
“King?”
“Yeah, baby?” I looked down at her. She was so fucking beautiful.
“Will you kiss me?”
“Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
Grace
A few hours earlier...
I stood frozen in place as I stared at the woman who had given birth to the man I loved, only to leave him. My feet felt as if they were encased in stone. My body flinched when Colleen stood beside me, her hand on my back.
“Is that...?”
“I think so,” I whispered, knowing the question she couldn’t ask.
Was this why the sheriff had to go back to the clubhouse? To pick up Darcy Murphy?
“How are you here?” Duncan asked against her hair as he held her close. Then suddenly, he grabbed her arms and pushed her back. “Where the fuck have you been?”
“I’ll tell you everything, but not until I’ve told my sons. They deserve at least that much.”
I snorted without thinking. Then, I bit my lip when Colleen gently pinched my waist. Darcy narrowed her eyes at me. I wasn’t starting out on the best foot with my old man’s mother.
“And you are?” she asked, looking around Duncan.
“Grace is King’s old lady,” Mac announced. I looked over at him, and he winked. “You want to be a part of your son’s life, Darce, better make nice with the missus.”
