“Fuck. That’s… good. It means we have a chance.”
“That’s not all. I told her that we were going to come by together later today and talk some more. Discuss our relationship.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She didn’t push him away or tell him that we couldn’t come by. This can really happen. I’m not going to lose the woman I’ve loved for longer than I’m willing to admit. My brothers used to make fun of me because I didn’t sleep with the club girls, but I already knew I had the best woman out there. Vee.
“You okay?” he asks, lifting his cup to his mouth while taking another swallow.
I bite my lower lip, thinking before I speak. Not wanting to risk saying something wrong that could cause strife between the two of us. “Yeah. Honestly? I don’t want to lose her. If there’s even a chance this could work with all of us then I want to try. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want something more with her. Something permanent.”
I check the time on my watch, it’s fucking early as shit. But suddenly time doesn’t matter.
“Why wait?” I ask. “Let’s bring her breakfast.”
A huge grin crosses his face. “I’m in.”
“What the fuck we waitin’ on then?” I stand up, forgetting all about my coffee or bothering to clean it up. That’s what the club girls are for.
Doc takes his car while I take my bike and we head to Vee’s. He stops to get all of us breakfast while I head straight there with a promise not to head up to her apartment until he gets there.
By the time I reach her place my heart is pounding in my chest. I’ve never been this fucking nervous and excited at the same time. I park at the end of the building and take out my phone and scroll, anything to waste time. Doc wasn’t picking up anything big, just some donuts and coffee.
I’m about to say fuck it to waiting for Doc when I see him pulling in. I get off my bike and head over to him. When he gets out of the car he has a tray of coffee and a bag in hand.
“I’m surprised you weren’t already in her apartment,” he says with a laugh.
“Me too. Was just thinking about how I could slip up there and have her all to myself. But, I didn't think that would go over too well with us showing how we can share.” I wink at him.
We both laugh and head inside. But a part of me deep down inside wonders if I can share. Can I watch her being with someone else? Or is this doomed before it ever starts? I shake it off, trying to get rid of the thought.
When we get to her apartment, I knock on her door loudly. And wait. Then again. Still nothing.
“She’s probably asleep. I umm…have a key,” Doc says, and I raise my eye in question of just how he obtained a key.
“She gave it to me when I was taking care of Hank while he was staying here. In case she wasn’t at home. Or an emergency. I never gave it back.”
“She’d kill us if we just walked in,” I add, but then maybe she wouldn’t. I lift my hand and knock one more time.
“I’m fucking coming,” she screams from the other side.
We hear the lock, then the door opens, and she's standing before us. Her hair is tangled from sleep, eyes heavy, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t open the door if you don’t know who's on the other side,” I say, a little harsher than I intend. But all I can see is her opening the door to someone who means to hurt her.
“I looked through the damn peephole,” she snaps back at me, and damn if it doesn’t make my cock stir.
“Good morning,” Doc says, a little too chipper as he holds up the container of coffee and bag of sweets. “We bring gifts.”
She switches her gaze between the two of us. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you that Luke and I were coming by to talk to you about us,” Doc says.
“I… I thought you meant later.” She shakes her head but steps back so we can come inside.
“We couldn’t wait,” Doc says as she shuts the door. We head to the couch, each taking a seat on an end, leaving the spot between us for her. “Come join us.” He pats his hand on the cushion beside him, then passes out the coffee and pastries while she sits down.
I pick up the coffee and take a sip, letting it ground me as Vee leans forward, picking up her pastry, breaking off a piece and offering it to me with a playful glint in her eye. I don’t hesitate and take the offered morsel straight from her hand with my mouth.
“So talk,” she says, her voice scratchy.
