He lifts his head, those dark eyes of his seeing right through me as they always do when he looks at me. “No, little mouse. You are.” He brushes my hair from my face with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the roughness of our lovemaking. It’s these moments . . . these tender gestures after he’s thoroughly claimed me . . . that make my heart swell. That tells me everything I need to know.
It didn’t matter that we’ve only been together a matter of days, the feeling of knowing him a lifetime is all that matters to me. The crush I had on him as a girl is nothing compared to the love flowing inside me. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.
When he finally rolls off me, I immediately miss the connection, but he pulls me against his side. I trace the lines of the tattoo spanning his chest, following the intricate pattern I’ve memorized, never wanting to forget them. I love his tattoos. I don’t have any myself, but the thought has crossed my mind.
“What are the plans for today?” I whisper my question, not knowing what the day is going to bring.
With it being Sunday, I’m hoping to be able to spend the full day with him. Every day since the first night I slept next to him, we’ve spent our mornings just like this.
Shadow would take me home after we had coffee, with me sitting on the counter and him leaning against said counter next to my legs. We’d discuss our plans for the day, then go about our business, only for him to pick me up each evening. Some days he’d take me to the clubhouse, where we hung out before coming to his house, other days we came straight here and fixed dinner together.
It was beautiful. I’ve loved every minute I’ve spent with Shadow.
“We’re going to the clubhouse for a cookout,” Shadow states, stroking his fingers slowly along my spine.
“We are?” Excitement fills me at knowing we are going to the clubhouse. I love being there. His brothers, even the ones I hadn’t met the first day, were welcoming and treated me like I was a little sister to them all.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll head out after we shower.”
“Together?” I tilt my head back and grin up at him. I love showering with him. The only time I didn’t shower with him was Wednesday morning since he took me home after coffee, but we’ve shared showers every day since, including Wednesday night when we got back to his place.
“You know . . .” Shadow grins and rolls us until I’m on my back. “Want me to fuck you in the shower again?”
I shiver at his question, my lips part, and my cheeks heat. That’s why I love it when we shower together. My man loves to play while we’re in there. It’s a good thing his hot water lasts as long as it does. Otherwise, we’d end up having a cold shower by the time we finished.
“Yeah, my woman wants me to fuck her again in the shower.” Shadow chuckles and dips his head down to take my mouth in a heated kiss involving his tongue dominating my mouth, as he always does, which makes my toes curl.
Before the kiss goes longer, he pulls away, rolls off, and gets out of the bed. Damn. I hate the fact we’re getting up, but watching him standing next to the bed in all his naked glory, it’s a sight worth enjoying.
“Come on, baby, time to shower.” He grins, reaching for more.
Time to shower. Yippee!
“This is so cool.” There’s no missing the excitement in my voice at the sight of the new sign Tormentor is showing me.
He’d been working on it since the day Maddox and I signed with the club to be partners. I hadn’t seen it until now, when he asked if we all wanted to see it.
Tormentor designed the new ranch sign with a skull head with bull horns and a cowboy hat, beneath it he had Fallen Meadows Ranch and barbed wire circling underneath the words. The whole thing was awesome. My opinion is that he outdid himself completely. It’s a beautiful piece of art and the best part is he made it look like a brand, though he carved the entire thing before burning and staining it to seal it from the weather.
“Thanks, darlin’,” Tormentor says, grinning, earning a growl from Shadow.
Out of all the members of the club, Tormentor is the only one who calls me darlin’, and it’s only to get a rise out of his VP.
“When is it going up at the ranch?” I ask, turning my attention to my man.
“Gonna do it soon,” Shadow answers, coming to my side and pulling me in his arms, tucking me into him. “I’ll make sure you’re there to see it go up.”
I tilt my head back to meet his gaze and smile brightly at the fact he’d make sure I’m there when the new sign goes up. “That would be nice of you,” I murmur teasingly.
“Yeah.” He grins back. “Let’s get you some food now that you’ve seen the new sign.” My stomach takes the opportunity to make itself known, and it does it loud enough for Shadow to hear. “Come on, little mouse.”
Shadow guides me away from Tormentor’s workshop, which they have behind the clubhouse, toward the side of the building where Lucifer and Nightmare are both manning the grills. The smell of sausages fills the air along with burgers and BBQ chicken. These men definitely knew how to grill some food. There were a few side items like potato salad, coleslaw, some pasta salad and chips. Everything is store-bought.
“The next time the club wants to do a cookout, why don’t I make some stuff?” I suggest as Shadow hands me a plate. “I could help with the cooking around here.”
“You want to do that?” Shadow asks, his attention on me, though he was reaching for the buns.
“Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie.
