I climbed onto my bike and pulled out of the parking lot. We could have gone upstairs, but I needed to be as far away from the clubhouse as possible. I had a feeling my brothers would come to the crib, but I wasn’t ready to talk to them.
Every so often, I checked to make sure Munch was behind me, and she kept up, even though I went over the speed limit.
When we got to my house, I parked my bike, then walked to her car. When she got out of the car, we walked up the few steps to the front door.
“I don’t know why I thought you would have lived somewhere different,” Munch said when we entered.
“Like where?”
She shrugged and took her shoes off near the door. I grabbed her hand and led her into the living room. I lived in a two-bedroom, two-bathroom condo. It was just enough space for me. The living room had an open concept that connected to the kitchen. The kitchen had an island in the middle with stainless steel appliances. I didn’t have a table, so I put barstools in front of the island.
I sat on the couch and pulled her down next to me. I rested my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes.
We sat in silence for a minute. I felt Munch’s hand reach for mine, and she squeezed.
“I know it’s a silly question, but are you okay?” Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand.
I kept my eyes closed and let it relax me.
“No, not really. I don’t know who would do something like that.” Without warning, tears fell from my eyes.
Someone really betrayed my father and the club and killed him. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Munch climbed into my lap and rested her forehead against mine.
“I’m so sorry, Kane,” she whispered.
I opened my eyes and saw tears had fallen from her eyes. I reached up and tried to wipe hers away while mine continued to fall.
I put my hand on the front of her neck, and she closed her eyes.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.” I kissed her lips.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Nah. I’m glad you did.” I kissed her again.
My emotions were all over the place. I had never gotten over my father’s death, but I hadn’t cried about it in a long ass time. This shit opened that wound, but I felt better that Munch was with me.
“Munch, look at me.”
She looked at me with watery eyes, and that shit made my heart squeeze.
“I like you, Munch. On some I can’t stop thinking about you. Like, you are the first thing I think about in the morning and the last person I think about at night. I can’t wait to get to the clubhouse just so I can see you. I know we got this other shit going on, but I want us to date and all of that shit.”
“Are you sure, Kane?”
“I’ve never been surer.” I leaned in and kissed her softly.
We went from light pecks to my tongue sliding into her mouth, to her moaning, waking my dick up in the process.
Munch leaned back and pulled her shirt over her head. I rubbed her nipple through the blue bra she had on.
Within seconds, both of us were completely naked.
We both let out a moan when she slid down my dick.
She never responded to what I said, but it didn’t matter. The wetness of her pussy and the moans that fell from her lips were like music to my ears. It was all the confirmation I needed.
