“If you guys can tear down the drywall tomorrow, I’ll come in here tomorrow night and the next day to redo all the electrical.”Storm jots down a few things on a notebook he pulls out of his back pocket.
I’ve never seen him in work mode and it’s honestly the hottest thing ever.I wish everyone would leave so I could throw myself in his arms and kiss him.
“We can do that.We might try to get some of the guys from the club to help haul things out of here to make it go faster.I know at least a few said they were willing to help with anything for Dixie.”Jasper smiles softly at me.
“That’s so sweet.Thank you, guys.”
“Alright, get back to the clubhouse.There’s an assembly tonight and Porter expects to see you there.I have a few more things to check here, then I’ll be heading back.”
“Sounds good, boss.”Morris and Jasper wave before leaving the café.
“I'm getting out of here too.I’ll stop by at some point next week to see how things are going.”Artie wraps me in a hug before shaking Storm’s hand and following the prospects out of the building.
I turn to Storm, finding him lost in thought.He’s using his pencil and pointing to different spots in the air before scribbling something on the paper.He tucks the pencil behind his ear and moves into the kitchen.
I follow wordlessly, loving how he’s so focused on what needs to be done.
“I can practically hear you thinking,” he murmurs as he jots down something else.“What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Little Fox?”
“I'm just thinking about how hot you look.”I nibble on my bottom lip as he spins around to face me with a raised brow.
“Does the man bun do it for ya?”He smirks as he closes the space between us.
“Apparently.So does the tight white t-shirt.It’s showing off all your muscles and making your tattoos look very nice.”
“Oh, yeah?”He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs my body flush against his.
“Yeah.I'm wondering what you’d look like without a beard though.”I tug on his whiskers.“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you without it.”
“Because I look like I'm twelve without it.”He nips at my fingers, making me giggle.“Do you really want me to look twelve?”
“I didn’t say I wanted you to get rid of it,” I groan as he pulls away from me.“I was just wondering.I like your long hair and beard.I love your tattoos and your toned body.”
“And I love these delicious curves.”He runs his hands down my sides and squeezes my waist.“I love everything about you, Little Fox.”
I slip my hands under his shirt and I'm about to kiss him again when his phone rings, starling me.He releases his hold on me and tugs the stupid device out of his back pocket.
“Shoot, I need to go.I'm supposed to be at the assembly in fifteen minutes.Are you ready or do you want me to come back later for you?”
“I'm ready,” I sigh, more than annoyed that we got interrupted.
“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”He gives me a quick kiss before taking my hand and leading me back to the front of the building.After he grabs his cut and his things, we head outside.
Chapter 19
Storm
Onceherhelmetissecure, Dixie climbs on my bike behind me.Today is the first time she’s riding with me.I never understood why some of the older guys like riding with their old ladies, but now I get it.I love feeling her pressed up against me and having her arms wrapped around me.She keeps slipping her fingers beneath my shirt and stroking my bare skin.
I’ve learned she’s a very touchy person and I’d normally hate that, but I crave Dixie’s hands on me all the time.I like when she holds onto me a little tighter when we take a sharp turn or how she likes to snake her hands up and play with my chest hair while we’re riding.Anything to keep her hands on me sounds great.
When we get close to the clubhouse, I grow anxious.I don’t want to say goodbye to her.I want to take her into the assembly with me and tug her down onto my lap.I want to let everyone know she’s mine and just deal with the ramifications.I hate having to sneak around.She deserves better.
As soon as we pull up in front of our apartments, Dixie hops off the back of my bike and works on releasing the snap of the helmet under her chin.When she can't get it off, she turns to me with a pout on her lips.
“You’re adorable.I hate that I can't kiss you right now,” I murmur as I carefully release the clip.
“It’s not worth it.You’ll get into too much trouble.”
