Someone cleared their throat, making Shooter turn us around. My cheeks blushed with guilt as Shooter’s deep chuckles vibrated against my chest.
“You want to introduce me to your girl there?” One of the tall, broad shoulder men smiled back at us. I didn’t recall seeing him the times I was at the compound. There were a lot of people that come and go as they please.
“I will once I have my fill of her.” Shooter nuzzled my neck, claiming me right in front of them. Not that I needed a reminder or anything.
I wiggled in his hold as he softly pressed a kiss on my cheek. “Shooter, they’re watching.” I whispered trying to get him to stop.
“Don’t worry, peaches, as much as I like watching you squirm from someone watching, you are mine and only for my eyes.” he whispered in my ear before giving it a teasing nip.
He set me down on the ground, throwing his arms around my waist, keeping me close to him. “Boys, this is my woman. Amelia. Amelia, you remember Stray from the hospital.” He nodded to the heavily tattooed man, with the sandy blond hair, standing tall like Shooter did. The other one, I vaguely remembered from the clubhouse but then again at that time, I had only one mission and it was to make sure Shooter was a good boy during his recovery.
“How you doin’, darlin’?” Stray nodded.
“Well, sort of confused. A little embarrassed that you had to see that.” I said honestly.
“Trust me, Amelia, we’re used to seeing a lot of things, especially when someone just wants to jump their lover’s bones.” The other man chuckled.
“Mia, please,” I encouraged, hearing someone call me by my full name that wasn’t Shooter felt strange. Especially if I wasn’t in trouble. But Shooter said my name like he was claiming it, like he was going to be the only one to call me that.
“That’s Hank. Another good man,” Shooter introduced.
Hank looked a little older with a mix of salt and pepper in his dark hair that matched the scruff that was coming through his face. He also had that rugged appeal like Shooter but had those wise eyes that made you want to listen to any of the stories that he wanted to share. Regardless, all these men were ones that you never wanted to cross or disrespect, but they were ones that would protect you with everything that they had.
“I feel like I’m always meeting someone different. Like a never-ending family reunion.” I joked.
“What brings you in our neck of the woods?” Hank asked.
“Well, Shooter is usually stalking me at work, always bringing food. And today I figured I would return a favor.”
I held up the little bag from the gas station, and Shooter’s smile brightened.
“Oh, so you know about that then,” Stray chimed in.
I rolled my lips between my teeth. “Yeah, I know about everything. Especially the cameras.”
Shooter’s hand rushed over my mouth. Stray let out a huge belly laugh and Hank groaned, shaking his head. “What is she talking about, Shooter?”
Shooter leaned down to my ear, “You’re getting a fucking punishment for that.” Then he looked back at Hank. “Just a little… protection.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Stray asked.
“You know, I’m just going to show her around the gym. Give her the grand tour,” Shooter joked before he shuffled me forward further into the gym.
“Crazy bastard,” Hank grumbled before turning his focus to a pair of fighters.
Something inside settled, knowing that he was okay, that seeing those men in suits didn’t mean a bad thing. But it still felt unnerving.
“So, this is it,” I mumbled under his hand. When he realized he couldn't hear me, he removed his hand. Shooter rushed me to a wall hidden by hanging bags, and the noise from the busy hustle practically made us invisible. My back hit the wall with athud. Shooter’s knee shot between my legs. His arms barricaded me in. His dark, hungry eyes pinned to me.
“You know I thought the next time I’d see you, you’d be in a little green number, giving me dessert first before I cooked for you or something,” he said.
I smiled. “I mean I could leave.”
“Go ahead and try and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make a spectacle before taking you back to the office, and bending you over on the desk.” He teased, as his fingers brushed against my neck, sending a tickle through me.
“And what if I want that?”
“I’ll make that a reality.”
