Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,57

I have to go to the clubhouse.” I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating what to do with Morgan while I was gone. I didn’t want to leave her here alone, but I didn’t want her flitting around unchaperoned either. She had no idea of the danger lurking behind every corner and if I could help it, I wouldn’t tell her either. Her rebellious side would only come out and I didn’t have the time or patience to entertain those antics.

“I’ll go with you to your club.” I didn’t say anything at first because I didn’t know what to do, but my silence allowed for her to inquire about something I wish she hadn’t.

“Do you have any single friends?” She shook her shoulders and wiggled her brows, and had I not been incensed by the question, I would’ve probably laughed.

“No,” I barked, making her flinch. But then she smirked.

“I think you do.”

I grunted and walked out of the kitchen, snatching Zoe’s hand, and practically dragging her behind me. “Don’t go anywhere,” I shouted over my shoulder. Once we were in the confines of my bedroom, I closed and locked the door. “I need you.” I pushed her against the wall, my hands disappearing beneath her shirt and gripping her ass.

Instead of her compliance, she pushed down on my wrists. “We don’t have time.”

“Sure we do.” I nuzzled into her neck. “I’ll be quick.”

“For as tempting as that is, I still have to shower and so do you.”

“We’ll do it together.” I had a response for everything she said, but she wouldn’t relent, switching topics altogether.

“I didn’t mean to come off so possessive before. I thought maybe she was someone stopping by to get a fix.”

“A fix?”

“You know.” She grabbed my junk. “This.”

“Gross.” I pressed into her palm, wishing like hell she’d breach the barrier of my waistband and stroke me instead of teasing me. “And I liked you stakin’ your claim on me. You’re my woman, you have every right.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.” I looked at her like she had two heads.

“Good to know.” She removed her hand and placed it on my chest in an attempt to push me back.

“I have to get in the shower. I don’t want to keep Braylen waiting.”

After several more frustrated breaths, I finally relented. “Fine. But as soon as we get back here, you’re all mine.”

“Deal.”

26

“Don’t you have anything else you can change into?”

“Why?” Morgan looked down at herself. “It’s only nine thirty and it’s blazing out already.” I continued to stare at her. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You don’t be ridiculous.” We started in on our usual routine of her being a pain in the ass and me being overbearing.

She removed her sweater right before we walked out the door. “Better?”

Her sarcastic response was rhetorical because the absence of her sweater put her more on display.

“Don’t get so worked up,” Zoe said beside me. “There’s nothing wrong with what she’s wearing.”

“You have to say that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a woman. You all stick together. Let me catch you wearin’ something like that,” I grumbled, pulling open the door and stepping out onto the porch, trying to keep my caveman tendencies on a simmer. It was bad enough Zoe looked amazing in everything she wore. Guys already leered at her even with me beside her, so I couldn’t imagine her in tiny-ass shorts and a shirt that was molded to her. I’d lose my goddamn mind for sure.

Morgan strode past me and toward my truck, but when I tried to close the door, assuming we were all outside, Zoe was still in the entryway, motionless, and glaring at me.

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. “Zo?”

She retreated in silence and disappeared around the corner. Maybe she forgot something. Maybe I mistook her glare for contemplation.

“Where’d she go?” Morgan asked, pulling on the handle to the passenger door, sliding to the middle of the seat once I let her in. She rose and tugged on the bottom of her shorts.

“I think she had to grab somethin’. I’ll be right back.”

Jogging toward the house, I had just stepped onto the porch when she strode toward me and what I saw nearly knocked me over.

My mouth dropped open, and my heart nearly seized.

What the fuck was she playing at?

Zoe strode by me in the shortest fucking yellow sundress I think I’d ever seen. Granted she had long legs, making the dress look smaller, but still. Where the hell did she even get that from? I hadn’t seen it when she unpacked her suitcase. Her