But it wasn’t my place, and I understood that.
“I also wanted to come and see you to tell you something.”
He laid down on his bed, tucking his hands behind his head and looking up at me with a smirk. “You’re sleeping with my dad.”
“What? How did you know that?”
“Well, firstly because you look like you’re about to throw up, and secondly, I can smell him on you. Only he can wear that heady whiskey infused cologne and get away with it. You, little Ro, cannot. You need to shower next time.”
I threw a pillow at him, to which he dodged and laughed.
“Are you seriously okay with it?”
“I mean, it’s a little weird,” he shrugged his shoulders. “But I can see how you would like someone like him. And I mean, you are hot for a woman, so I get it. I just…Ro, he doesn’t do relationships. He never has. I don’t want him to hurt you, and then you stop talking to me. Even after everything, you have every right to.”
“Yeah, I figured he wouldn’t. But it’s just sex. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with the guy.”
Too late,my brain screamed. I already knew I was falling for Reaper, and after he admitted everything to me, I knew it was going to hurt when he finally got sick of me.
“Good, because I definitely am not going to call you Stepmum.”
I slapped his chest, earning myself a laugh, as we continued to talk about everything going on with Frankie and the club.
It felt good to talk with him again, like all the bad shit didn’t exist. Even though I knew it did, and I knew this was just a bandaid over everything that had transpired. I knew this was going to blow back in my face at some point, but for now, as I laid back on Trey’s bed, and talked about everything, it felt peaceful.
And I hadn’t had that in a long time.
Reaper
Knight sat at the table, his expression grim. As I watched my woman go and talk to my son about our relationship, I sat down with him.
“Speak.”
“Trojan thinks they’re gearing up for an attack on the clubhouse. Maybe the girl should stay here.”
“No, she stays with me.”
He nodded, but I could tell it was eating at him.
“Trojan will spell you. Tonight, I want you to go to the Pit with your brother and Shadow. I wanted Mav to go, but he’s nowhere in sight today.”
Knight frowned. “It could be his family.”
Shaking my head, “No, he would have told me. He’s been disappearing a lot these past few days. I’ve not had my head in the game, but I have noticed, as has Shadow.”
Knight shrugged. “I’m happy to go, prez. Trey doesn’t do much aside from sleep and bitch about microwavable meals.”
“Maybe you should cook him something then,” I said. “You aren’t in a frat house. This cabin has a fully kitted out kitchen. Cherry can make deliveries of food whenever you want.”
“You want a gourmet meal, send me a chef, prez. I ain’t cookin’ for him.”
I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. “Fine. Stay close to your brother. You know how he gets at the Pit.”
Knight nodded. How two boys who grew up together, and who looked alike, could be so different was beyond me. Knight was the calm to Beast’s storm. Inseparable, and yet, they drove each other insane.
When Trey and Rowan both appeared, I could see no ill will toward me, which was good.
“Trey,” I acknowledged him with a nod. “You good?”
