Always (Next Generation The Skulls #1) - Sam Crescent Page 0,6
me no?”
“Don’t put it like that. We both know you’re not ready. Do I want to have sex with you? Yes, it’s a stupid question. We’ve got the rest of our lives. I’m not going to rush you.” He cupped her face. “This is enough.”
Kissing him back, she released a moan, feeling a flutter throughout her body.
“I love you,” she said.
“Not as much as I love you.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“Oh, yes, it is.” He pulled her close and within his arms, she felt warm, safe, protected, and loved. It was all she ever felt with Simon, and all she knew she’d ever feel with him.
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“We good?” Simon asked Anthony.
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I don’t know. I asked you to keep an eye on my girl.”
“Dude, I keep an eye on Tabs even when you don’t want me to. Believe me, I know my place and it’s taking care of everyone. You don’t have to stress it.”
“You know, a lot of people think you’re weird,” Simon said.
Rather than respond, Anthony continued to stare at him.
“Ah, the whole blank look. Does that still work for you?”
Silence.
“Right. Keep an eye on Tabby. Let me know about those guys. You know, the ones we caught out by the field that time.”
“The Monster Dogs MC brats are pieces of shit. You don’t need to worry about them,” Anthony said. “I’ve got them handled.”
“I don’t like them.”
“Who does? We shouldn’t even be dealing with them, but I’ve got it covered and you need to stop worrying. Tabs would be pissed if she knew you wanted me to keep a close eye on her. She’s a fighter. I should know.”
“The Quad?”
“You got it. It’s where we all go. The Skulls, we’ve got a reputation to uphold.” Anthony glanced back at the clubhouse.
Simon followed his gaze to see Lash and Devil shake hands. Tabby stood with Daisy. She winked at him.
“I don’t like her fighting.”
“One day, you’re going to watch her and realize she’s a fucking queen here, Simon. Tabs isn’t a person you need to be worried about.”
“Does that make you king?” Simon asked.
He didn’t like how Anthony was the shit in this town, or at least in their school. It wasn’t lost on him that to some, Tabitha and Anthony should be together.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, you know that.”
“You keep your eyes on your own.”
Anthony glanced down to where Daisy stood. “I’ve got shit covered. You keep telling me to deal, though, and I will hurt you in other ways.” Anthony slapped him on the shoulder and left him alone.
That was the most conversation he got out of Anthony. He didn’t know if it was just because of who he was or what. There was no forcing shit with Anthony. The guy did what he wanted to do.
As he headed back to his dad, Devil told him five minutes.
He went straight to Tabby.
“Ugh, this is where you two do your romantic crap, isn’t it?” Daisy asked.
“You can watch if you want?”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “I’ll vomit. I’ll be back inside.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Tabby said, turning her smile back to him. “You love irritating her, don’t you?”
“She gets you every single day. The least she can do is give me these few moments.”
“You’ll call as soon as you get home?”
“Yep.”
“Promise?” Tabby asked.
“I promise.”
She grabbed his shirt, pulling him close.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he kissed her hard. These moments were the worst. He hated leaving her alone, but there was no way he could stay. Not yet. He’d asked his dad about moving to Fort Wills, but even though The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds worked together as a team on most cases, they were still separate clubs with their own lives.
Chaos Bleeds owned Piston County, and The Skulls had Fort Wills.
“Devil,” Tiny, Tabitha’s dad, said with a growl.
“Son,” Devil said.
Tabby pulled away with a smile. “See you soon.”
He wanted to kiss her again. Instead, he pulled away, nodded at Tiny and Lash, and gave the guys he was close friends with a wave.
Climbing into his dad’s truck, he groaned. This wasn’t the cool way to be leaving his girl. Most of the time, Devil rode with a couple of the boys when they were talking business. With him asking to come as well, the only way to appease his mom was to take the family truck. It was such a buzzkill as it reminded Simon of his parents constantly making babies. Sometimes he even lost count of the number they had.