this again next time? You might be the one to get knocked out.”
He leaned back and smirked confidently. “Because, Sweet Sloane, I’m in the process of working my way up the ranks, and I’m not even close to getting matches with fighters that would be real competition for me.”
“That’s bullshit. You fought Declan, and he’s good.”
He crossed his arms over his delightfully sinful chest. “Yeah, and I’m fucking phenomenal.”
I stared at him in return, unsure if his words pissed me off or turned me on. Either way, I wanted to know more. “How’d you get into fighting?”
He glanced at his phone. “I guess we’ve got enough time for the short version. I don’t think I told you my grandfather started Blackwings. He was the original president, followed by my dad, and now my brother. So, roughhousing and fighting were always a part of my life growing up around the club. But I didn’t get into organized, competitive fighting until I joined the Marines. I stopped fighting when I got out and didn’t get the itch again until my club started running a gym.” He paused and inhaled deeply, seeming to steady himself. “Then, I was injured and had a long recovery period. I’d just started training again when my little girl was born. After a short time off with her, I got back into training, and here I am.”
“How’d you get hurt?” I bravely asked and masked my nerves by taking a sip of coffee.
“Sorry, sugar,” he grinned and popped a piece of bacon into his mouth. “We don’t have enough time for that story.”
“So you’ve said,” I grumbled and got up to start getting dressed.
Strong arms surrounded me from behind, and Bronze buried his face in my neck. “It’s a long story, and I want to get home so I can spend some time with my baby girl before she goes down for her afternoon nap,” he said against my skin, followed by a soft kiss.
And my ovaries exploded with a dire need to make more Bronze babies. Starting right that very second.
Grabbing my clothes, I hurried off to the bathroom to get dressed and compose myself. “I’ll be out in a second!” I called out and quickly closed the door before he could follow me. Just being near that man got me all kinds of hot, but I was positively on fire the moment he touched me—every single time.
After I was dressed and presentable, I picked up my purse and phone and stopped by the breakfast cart to help myself to a few strawberries while Bronze got himself ready to go.
When I heard him exit the bathroom, I quickly finished the strawberry I was eating and dunked the last one into the dip as I stood. Popping the strawberry into my mouth as I turned, I suddenly bit down on it when I caught sight of Bronze. Creamy white dip spilled over my lips and ran down my chin, but I didn’t care one bit. Bronze was dressed in head-to-toe black, and he was wearing leather pants. Leather. Fucking. Pants.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
His eyes shot to me and fixed on the icing I’d yet to wipe from my face. “Holy fuck is right,” he growled before his body slammed into mine. “It’s going to be quick, but I gotta fuck you again before I go.”
I didn’t protest because I was beginning to learn that Bronze was capable of accomplishing amazing things in a very little amount of time.
18
I spent the ride back to Devil Springs thinking about Sloane and wondering if I made a mistake by asking to see her again. I wanted to. There was no question about that. But I wasn’t sure if it was a good time for me to get involved in a relationship of any kind—be it casual fucking on the regular or a full-blown girlfriend.
On top of that, I had no idea how to handle having a daughter and dating women. If Sloane and I did end up dating, when would it be okay to introduce her to Blue? And would I want to bring Lorcan O’Shea’s daughter around my family and possibly into my home? A year ago, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But now that I was solely responsible for the life of my daughter, it was something I needed to seriously consider and possibly discuss with my brother.
I snorted at my thoughts. No, it was something I would have discussed with my brother before I found