I frown, head tilting. “Grandmothers?”
“Oldladies.”
My eyes squint and before I can stop myself, I throw my head back and let out a deep laugh. I’m still chuckling when I say, “Old ladies as in their wives. Not wives technically most of the time, but they’re hitched to one of the club brothers.”
This doesn’t ease her confusion.
“Why do you call them old?”
“Old ball and chain, you know…”
She glares and me scrunching her cute, adorable nose. “I know that’s not nice.”
I’m grinning as I wrap my arm around this beautiful creature’s waist and draw her tight against my chest, loving the little gasping sound she makes. “You don’t want to be called my ol’ lady?”
“Do you want to be called my ol’ man?”
”You can call me whatever you like.”
”I think trouble,” she teases.
Every single thing Katie says is like another punch to a tender spot I didn’t know existed. The pain is glorious. I kiss her forehead and say, “I’ll gladly answer to that.”
“Oh Jesus,” she whispers. “You’re getting hard again already.”
True words. “You keep me that way.”
She leaps away, laughing. “I’m going to help. I can’t stand around here while other people work and not help out.”
This girl is pure fucking sunshine, and I am the luckiest bastard in the world.
I swat her butt with my gigantic hand. “You stay in the kitchen until I get back. Okay? I’ve got to do something.”
She waves, throwing a grin over her shoulder that makes me realize just how much trouble I’m in.
Unable to stop myself, I shout, “I mean it Katie-girl. Don’t come out of that kitchen until I’m back!”
The woman blows me a kiss.
A fucking kiss.
Argh!
“Oh, brother. I know that look.”
It’s Slider. He’s visiting from our other chapter of the Kings of Darkness and he looks annoyingly smug.
“What look is that?” I counter.
“Theyou’re about to fuck some people up look.”
My phone pings with a text and I check it quickly. “Speaking of, you and a couple your guys able to help me out with a collection real quick?”
He grins, “As long as it’s not an arranged bride, I’m your man.”
I shake my head. “No kidnapping of the opposite sex involved.”
”Count me in.”
