“She can have your bed for now, Gypsy. You won’t be sleeping here. You promised to move into the clubhouse remember.”
“Fang, I need to run a business and…”
I silenced her with my lips. “You can still work at the Otter. I will be in the bar keeping an eye on your flirting.” I narrowed my eyes at her and she giggled.
“I don’t flirt.”
“Oh, yes you do, so we will have to make sure everyone knows you are off-limits.”
Gypsy’s lips were unbelievably soft as they caressed mine.
“Your dad’s errand girl can stay here and you will come home with me every night. How does that sound?”
She paused for a heartbeat, and I was sure she was going to argue back in her usual Gypsy like fashion. “That sounds good, but what about Woofy?”
That damn dog again. “I’ve already told you he can come too. I kind of get the impression you are a package deal.”
“We are.”
I kissed her again, “I…”
Shit.
I paled, biting back the words just in time before they came bursting out my mouth like word vomit. It was far too soon to be even thinking about those kinds of feelings, let alone saying them out loud.
“I cannot wait to get naked tonight,” I amended quickly.
27
Fang
“So you and Gypsy, hey?”Pope asked from his place crammed next to me. He didn’t look at me. His eyes were too busy following Sylvia's every movement as she talked to Gypsy.
I knew why he was asking because his old lady had asked him too.
“Yep.” There was no point denying it, not that I wanted to. Everyone knew because I had made sure they did. I didn’t want there to be any more misunderstandings.
“But you already know that Pope, I’m guessing Sylvia just wanted you to make sure, right?” I sipped from my pint, my eyes glued to Gypsy's ass as she bent over to grab something from a low fridge.
My cock twitched, and my palms itched to be filled with that ass.
“Actually she asked me to find out what your intentions were, and this is her talking and not me and I quote, ‘I don’t want to have to beat his ass’.”
I laughed because that was what was expected of me. I didn’t doubt for a second that Sylvia would take a swing at me if she thought she could get away with it. Pope wouldn’t let her though; he had that girl trained well. Not surprising when they had been together as long as they had.
Hell, they had been together the longest. They had lasted the distance.
Whereas me and Hansel? Well, I had lost my wife to death and Hansel had just plain lost Gretal.
“My intentions?” Slowly, I turned my head to face him. The Drunken Otter was rammed, and we were all squashed together. Pretty much the entire club was there. I wanted Gypsy to know she had our complete support. I pondered what to say next but when the words came out of my mouth they were the complete opposite of what I was going to say.
“She's mine.”
Pope’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “Are you going to put your patch on her?”
He seemed genuinely confused by my words and who could blame him? I had been so hot and cold when it came to my sunflower. It was no wonder no one in the club knew what the hell was going on.
“As soon as I fucking can.” I grinned, side eyeing him. “She’s a fucking flight risk.”
