“Yeah.”
“Can we go celebrate now?” A wicked smile lifted her pretty lips.
Bending, I set Penny down then tossed Rae over my shoulder and smacked her ass. “You don’t have to ask me twice, Baby Girl.” I grinned as I headed back toward her bedroom.
Cypher had been right. I’d needed to do this. To go to her and apologize. To make her understand my intentions. And now I was going to have a wife. Shit, my life had changed rapidly. And I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.
CHAPTER 36
Pyre
Igrinned as Rae stretched in my arms with a little moan. She was fucking perfect, in bed and out of it. I was so damn lucky I got my head out of my ass and decided to make her mine. All without having to kill any asshole that’d moved in on her while I was taking my sweet ass time. It would’ve been my own fault if I’d had to go to drastic measures in order to win her over after watching her from afar for a few years.
Instead, I only had to be nice to her. Something she made incredibly easy. I stared at the ceiling of the clubhouse while she stirred. Her leg was thrown over my thighs and she was curled up next to me.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Seven.”
She hummed, pressing a kiss to my chest. “Do we have plans today?”
“Want to go on a ride with me and my brothers?”
She propped herself up on her elbow and gave me a curious look. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a kid in town who has to go to court today,” I told her. “We’ve offered to go as moral support.”
A slow smile spread over her face. “Just moral support?”
I shrugged. “If his step father tries anything we’ll make sure he regrets it. His mom said his hearing is at ten.”
“I’d love to go.” She laid back down, nuzzling back into me.
I tightened my arm around her, pulling her a couple inches closer, not that there was much room between us to begin with. It would be good for her to see some of the other things our club did for the community. She’d gotten a first-hand look at the less than legal side of things, though I still needed to fill her in on more. Cypher had given me the okay to do so now that she was my old lady and willing to help us out when needed.
But now she was going to get to see some of the other things we involved ourselves in. She was going to get a kick out of the holidays around here. Demo dressed up as Santa Claus and went to the children’s wing of the hospital each year when we delivered toys. We always did food drives around Thanksgiving and toy drives at Christmas. Christmas was a personal challenge for us. Who could buy the loudest, most destructive toys for kids that would still pass the sniff test for the charities. No surprise Demo won every year, though Jury had come close last Christmas.
“What else?”
I arched a brow down at her.
“What else do you do?”
It was like she could read my mind. “We dress up as super heroes sometimes and go to the local hospital and homeless shelter to see the kids.”
She pushed up onto her elbow again and had a huge grin on her face. “Oh my God, I want to see that!” She eyed me. “Who do you go as?”
I snorted. “Batman. Of course.”
“Of course,” she repeated with a semi-serious look on her face.
“Warrant is always Deadpool.”
She laughed out loud. “Of course he is. Who is Superman?”
“No one goes as Superman or Captain America unless a kid specifically asks for them.”
She gave me a confused look.
