Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,28
financially provide for a family and keep up with the needs of more than just myself. In some ways, I enjoyed the life I already led. I dealt with the guys during the day, then I got to come home to peace and quiet. If I added someone to my life, that peace and quiet would be gone.
But when I looked back down at Hannah laying there against my chest, my heart surged with happiness.
Maybe it would be worth it.
“All right. Need to get up,” I groaned.
I slowly shifted Hannah to the side and got myself out of bed. One day off, and my brain was already considering some sort of massive life-event change.
“This is why I don’t take days off,” I murmured to myself.
Hannah rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face into my pillow. And while it made me smile, it also made me turn away. I was getting too attached too quickly, and I didn’t need to be pulling that shit. Cooler heads—and cocks—needed to prevail. This woman still wasn’t safe. And if I didn’t watch it, I’d be the reason she got herself killed.
Stay focused, Ash.
Hannah’s snores filled the room as I pulled my leather jacket up my arms, and it made me smile so big my cheeks hurt. Most people didn’t like snoring, but I found it to be a compliment. If someone snored in the same room with me, it meant they felt safe. Safe enough to entrust me with their most vulnerable state. That brought me a great deal of pride, being able to give that to someone. And because of that premise, I stole one more glance at my sleeping Hannah.
She’s not yours. Stop doing this to yourself.
I sighed as I made my way into the kitchen. I threw on a pot of coffee and put some toast in the toaster, readying the quickest breakfast I could. Not showing up for work yesterday meant I had to put in twice as many hours to make up for things. And I needed to be at the Iron Horse by noon. That meant scooting by the storage shed and squeezing seven hours’ worth of work into three before speeding over to my office at the crew’s main bar.
“Gonna be a long ass day,” I sighed.
“Mmmm, something smells great,” Hannah murmured.
I peered over my shoulder to tell her to go back to bed until I saw her wearing my shirt. The massive piece of white fabric hung off her body, with one of her shoulders exposed. My mind forgot about the toast. My stomach forgot about the coffee. I perked up, as well as my pants getting tight. I ran my eyes over her curves, drinking in every inch of her. She looked outstanding in my shirt, especially since I still got a glimpse of the underside of her ass cheeks.
Bouncing with every step she took and jiggling with every move she made.
“Wow,” I murmured.
She giggled. “What do you say to some scrambled eggs, hmm?”
I swallowed hard. “I’d say ‘fuck the eggs, let me have you.’”
She winked over her shoulder at me. “And to that, I say ‘come get me, big boy.’”
A growl bubbled up the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. All I wanted to do was fist her hips, hoist her onto the kitchen counter, and take her. Right there. Without stripping either of us down. I wanted to bend her over the kitchen table and eat her out, pussy to ass, until she begged me to stop. I wanted to pin her against the wall while our goddamned eggs burnt on the stove and set off the fire alarm.
Just so water would pour from the fire alarm spouts and drench that white shirt of mine she wore.
I need some cold water.
But I resisted the urge. Because I knew if I started, I’d never stop. I knew if I took her, I’d miss another day of work doing nothing but fucking her around my place. I’d lose myself in her. Lose my identity, and my life. I’d lose the dedication of my crew because I’d prioritize her over everything else, and that meant I wouldn’t have the means to keep her safe. I wouldn’t have the backing of my guys, our weapons arsenal, or our connections in the police department. And that was completely unacceptable.
I had to make sure she was safe before I lost my mind to her.
Or my heart.
“Ash? You there?”
I cleared my throat. “Won’t have time