Looking down, I fumbled my words. “I–you’re–”
“My cock is hard. I’ll fucking live. Not tonight, Katarina,”he nearly growled.
Then he got back into bed.
I went to the bathroom with the t-shirt he shoved at me, full of questions and a newfound insecurity.
As I fished out the pill that was supposed to support my virginal lie and create a red mess, confusion and doubt ate at me. Was something wrong with me? Did I not live up to his standards?
Why didn’t my husband want to have sex with me?
Chapter 11
Hawk
When I woke up, Katarina wasn’t in my room. From the look of the sheets, she had slept there, at least for a little while. The pillow next to me smelled like her. It was some kind of floral smell, but I had no clue what. Just that she smelled really good.
The white dress wasn’t in the bathroom, either, so I assumed she’d gone to her room to get dressed for the day. Petrov said he’d have the bulk of her things shipped to us so hopefully she had a few days worth of clothes set aside to take with us.
I was ready to get back to the clubhouse. My end of the deal was done with Petrov and I didn’t want to spend any moretime in Jersey than necessary. Plus, Eagle and a few of the others were heading to Florida soon for a little trip and Katarina needed to get settled before everyone left.
Once I’d managed to shower, finally figuring out how to work it, I finished up in the bathroom, packed up my things, and went to find my wife.
She wasn’t my woman, and definitely not my Old Lady. But shewasmy wife. I almost felt sorry for her. She looked like a deer in headlights all day yesterday and the only person I knew that was as tightly wound as her was Penny. I couldn’t be sure if it was the situation or me that had her walking around like a corpse yesterday, but either way, I wasn’t about to wet my cock in her for the sake of her father’s weird ass rules. At some point it would happen, but I’d never had to take a woman against her will and I wasn’t starting now.
If I had been a weaker man, maybe I would have tried to warm her up to me, because there was no denying she was insanely sexy. I’d had a semi most of the day and it calmed down once I’d made up my mind I wasn’t fucking her last night, but when she walked out of the bathroom in that fucking getup, of course I got rock hard. It went down fast enough seeing her still stiff and unsure. But the little white, silk panties she had on gave away that she was at least physically ready to take me.
Thinking of that little scrap of fabric with an obvious wet spot clinging to her apex made for a nice rub-off in the shower. I’d wondered if her juices smelled and tasted as good as her neck. Even though I didn’t intend to fall for her, shewasmy wife, and I’d be finding that out soon enough.
But, she needed to be comfortable with me at least. I’dget to know her a little, and she could get to know me enough. Coming from the family she did, she’d understand the life. What she didn’t know about MCs, she’d learn over time.
For now, I was a stranger to her and she was thrust into my lap, literally, by the only family she had. This wasn’t a love connection, but hopefully over time it would be an amenable pairing. While she was out of sorts yesterday, with good reason, the first time we met definitely proved she was anything but timid.
Carrying my bag, I headed to her room and her door was open. Poking my head in, I looked around. The bathroom door was open so I walked in and looked around. She wasn’t there. Her wedding dress was draped over a chair and plastic containers were stacked against a wall.
She must have packed up her personal items because the room was bare besides the furniture and the pale blue bedding. It smelled like her, though. I really liked that smell.
After heading downstairs, I went outside to secure my shit in the saddlebag and have a smoke. Hearing the door, I turned and grinned. Maybe it wasn’t a love match, but I couldn’t complain about my wife. She was fucking gorgeous.
Katarina came down the steps with two mugs. “Good morning. How’s your hand?” she asked as she passed me a mug.
“Thank you. It’s fine.” Looking into the mug, I nodded.
“Mama Hen said you took it black.”
Sipping the delicious coffee, I answered. “Yep. And this coffee is delicious.”
“It’s the kind we use at the restaurant. I’ll have some sentto our home.”
“The clubhouse,” I corrected.
“Don’t we have a separate home?” she asked, more curious than anything.
“We do,” I said as I blew smoke out, then flicked the cherry off my cigarette. “It doesn’t look like this, though.”
She shrugged. “This isn’t mine, it’s my father’s. I have nothing.”
Stepping closer, I put my hand on her shoulder. “That’s not true. You have a house, a club, and a husband.”
