pull up at the ends and her smile hits me in the dick. “Well, I could pretend I did, but really it was a work thing.”
I step closer to her and slide my arm around her waist before brushing my lips across hers. “I’m down with this happening every day.” Jesus I’m hard for her. We don’t have sex anywhere near often enough as far as I’m concerned.
She hooks her fingers into my jeans as she presses herself to me. “I could make that a thing.”
“Fucking hell,” I rasp, needing to be inside her.
A text comes through on Birdie’s phone, cutting in on where I want to take this.
“Shit,” she says as regret flashes in her eyes. “I need to check that in case it’s the woman I just met with.
I jerk my chin at her. “Check it. I’m not going anywhere.”
She quickly pulls her phone out and reads the text. “I have to go.” Slowing herself down, she adds, “I’m sorry. I was hoping we could maybe do something tonight if you were free, but now I have to take care of this.”
I curl my fingers around her arm as she grabs her car keys out of her bag. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
“A few hours maybe.”
“That’ll still give us time to do something tonight. We could go out for a late dinner.”
She bites her lip. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna tell you yes and then have to cancel if it takes longer.”
“Baby, I’m just happy you’re thinking about it. You go do what you have to do and I’ll be home by eight. If you’re good, we’ll go out. If you’re not, I’ll wait for you. Either way, I’m fucking you tonight.”
Heat flares in her eyes at that. Standing on her toes, she kisses me and says, “It’s a date.”
I watch her turn her ass around and walk out of the clubhouse. I don’t take my eyes off her. Thank fuck for Cleo; my guess is she talked some sense into Birdie when I couldn’t. And while I wish like fuck I could get through to her, I’ll take any help I can get at the moment.
“You’ve got an issue you might wanna check out,” Axe says when he calls me just after 7:30 p.m.
“What kind of issue?”
“We picked up some chatter about the kid who lives at that address you have for Eloise Carter. It looks like Zenith have zeroed in on him after seeing him at the clubhouse today.”
“Zeroed in on him how?”
“They’re planning on visiting him. Eloise too.”
“What the fuck for?”
“My guess is they knew Stark was desperate to get to her, and now that they’ve seen him come to you, they think there’s something here that might be valuable to them.”
“Fuck.” I scrub my hand over my face, not fucking liking this latest development.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks, brother. I’ll get over there and take care of this.”
We end the call and I locate King in the bar. “Axe just called to let me know Zenith have taken an interest in Maddox and Eloise because of their link to us. We need to head over there and bring them back here for a while.” If I wasn’t stretched thin with club members taking care of other shit, I’d send someone to watch them instead.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “She wasn’t pleased to see me this afternoon; she won’t fucking like this.”
After Maddox paid a visit to us, King went to see her while I called Striker and demanded to know why the fuck he hadn’t advised us that Eloise was home. He gave me some bullshit excuse I didn’t buy for one minute. He’s still chasing pussy all over the place and allowing it to distract him. I sent him home and told him not to bother showing his face again until he’s sure he can contribute something useful to the club. I’m this fucking close to sending him back to Adelaide. I allowed him to return to Melbourne a month ago, but shit isn’t looking good for him.
“She wouldn’t have to deal with any of this if she hadn’t stolen a child years ago,” I say.
Eloise told King she took Maddox because she didn’t want the child growing up around the club. Apparently she’d slept with half the club and hated every one of them. Whatever her reason, it’s not a choice I condone.
“I agree, brother.” He offered the club’s help to Maddox if he wants to search for his family. Eloise didn’t fucking like that.