Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,165
receptive to any biker coming near her. She wasn’t down for chitchat of any sort and spent most of her time in that bedroom. It was concerning, but it’d only been two weeks and we were trying to give her as much space as she wanted while also providing the comfort of club protection.
Me? I was skipping this semester and starting up again as soon as I could. Dad was pissed but understood. Christian had thought he’d have to put his foot down and fight with me and Dad about it, but he didn’t. He was right. With his father’s parting words, it was just too risky.
We were heading to the Valentine family cabin for a much-needed weekend away. Me and Christian. Deacon and Ella. Rider and Jenna. Spencer and Pippa. Ella expressed concern about this since The Jackals had found me and Christian there, but the guys told us not to worry.
Christian told me that when they finished burning out that old blue van in the backwoods, they installed security cameras like they’d done on the Jackals property that would alert us to anything on the property. There had been nothing since that day other than animal alerts. Christian had told us Kiddo was likely the tech wiz responsible for the tracker on his ride that brought Kiddo and Unc to the cabin, and if that was the case, the information might have been on his phone and that could mean no one else knew the location of the cabin.
I wanted to believe the cabin was still a secret location, but I couldn’t be sure.
Yes, there was a chance that the Jackals would show up, but with my husband and my three brothers with us, I knew we were in good hands.
It was good to get away. It was going to be a fun weekend, I hoped. We’d needed a bit of fun away from the clubhouse and I’d been dreaming of a couples’ weekend since I’d first laid eyes on my biker.
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Christian and I took my room. Deacon and Ella took Dad’s. Rider and Jenna took the basement. Pippa and Spencer took the bunkbed room. After we arrived, I got started on dinner while the guys built a fire and the girls made the beds. It was now the end of the summer slash early Fall and the leaves weren’t starting to change quite yet but it was a chilly night, so we had a fire going in the cabin as well as the campfire outside.
ZZ Top was playing loud on the stereo, which piped music outside too, and the air was filled with laughter and the scents of food and campfire.
“What’s cookin’, little wife?” Christian asked, coming in. I felt him look over my shoulder at the stove where I was busy stirring what was in the saucepan.
“Mm,” he suckled my earlobe and gave me goosebumps. “Silly pasta and vodka sauce. Best sauce I ever tasted in my fuckin’ life. This sauce is why I locked you down for marriage immediately.”
“Then why not the night you ate it?” I asked, throwing him stink eye. “Why make me work that hard to win you over?”
He laughed. “Resistance was futile.”
“It was.” I laughed. I loved that he was quoting Star Trek. We were in the middle of Voyageur when Seven of Nine comes on for the Borg. I had him quoting Star Trek already. We hadn’t gone to that Cosplay, but I would totally get him to a fan event as soon as possible.
“You have lots of silly pasta a la vodka in your future, Superman.”
“That why you’re cookin’ this? For me? You make that same bread, too?”
“Yep. Wanna make my man happy,” I said. “And of course.”
“You do,” he rumbled into my ear and kissed it again.
I felt warm all over. I hadn’t made it for him so far since we got married so made a point of insisting I make dinner tonight so that I could do that as a little treat.
I shivered and then squirmed my booty against him. My man was tall so he dipped a little so he could grind his crotch against my wiggling backside. Everyone else was outside by the fire though my husband did not shy away from affection in front of my brothers. Maybe not this level of affectionate blatantly, but I had what I’d always wanted. My biker. My fierce biker who fit with my family and wasn’t afraid to show the world I was his.