I texted as quickly as I could, having to correct a bunch of typos because my nipples were hard and tight, and I felt like I was about to explode. . .
Now don’t contact me unless it’s about Laurie,I finished, before hanging on for dear life to the bed and starting to shake.
CHAPTER 6
Abraham
Ididn’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow things went from Polly asking Mac if he needed help at dinner, to her sweetly commandeering the whole kitchen, and then she was running out the back door to grab some wild herbs and then suddenly there was a potato salad, where Mac usually mashed up the potatoes into a dense gluey potato paste.
What was this woman up to?
Mac, Fizz, Uncle, and Vladdy all said gruff thanks, but I was too suspicious.
No one had said anything aboutcooking, and now suddenly the kitchen smelled like herbs and there was a bouquet of wildflowers in one of my best beer steins.
Usually after dinner we drank beer and smoked, worked on our bikes, discussed any club business, or watched a boxing match, but they were too busy praising Polly for her meatloaf and potato salad.
Before I had time to bemoan the loss of our male-only space, Polly discreetly excused herself, and wandered out into the yard to pick more of the wild herbs and use an old rusty trowel to dig around in the dirt.
What the hell was this woman doing now?
She wasn’t even in the room but she was still distracting me.
“I like her,” Mac pointed out.
I only grunted.
“She’ll be good for you. You were practically growing barnacles,” Fizz added. “We need new blood around here.”
“No new members,” I grunted.
“Might be good as some of us are getting on in years,” Vladdy put in. “Have someone to do the grunt work.”
“I can still manage this club as easily as I could when I was 20. The answer is still no.”
Uncle and Vladdy looked at each other, but said nothing.
Why would I want new members? It would be one thing if we had constant border skirmishes, but Legends MC did not. After plenty of fighting years in my first decade as Prez, now things were calm. Peaceful.
At least until Polly came.
I found I was getting impatient for bedtime, and I forced myself to stay in my chair, but now Polly was stretching up on her toes to reach a leaf, her ass wiggling.
Goddamn, was there no end to how infuriating this woman was?
I got up and followed her outside.
“Woman, what are youdoing?”
“Just trying to figure out what kind of tree this is. I like to appreciate the tree that’s giving us shade. And maybe I could use the bark for tea. Or like a salve for injuries after one of your MC rumbles.”
“Christ, you’ve been watching too many TV shows. None of the MCs in neighboring territories like to piss me off anymore.”
“Oh, ok.”
She bent over and I noticed her T-shirt was full of different herbs, the fabric of her skirt sliding up to show off her tannedthighs. I thought I could see the tiniest bit of the round curve of her ass.
Fucking hell. I wasn’t going to get dick-whipped by this woman, because really I couldn’t be too blinded by those plump lips.
