Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,100
the room, I say, “I promise I’ll clean this mess up when we get home.” I’ve strewn clothes all over the place that I decided weren’t good enough for tonight.
“Baby, you’ve trashed this room worse than this before. This is fucking nothing.”
I glare at him and throw my top at him. “You are the worst, Mason Blaise. I’m having a meltdown here. I need support, not trash talk.”
He grins. “If you weren’t injured, I’d pick you the fuck up right now, and throw you on the bed and show you some fucking support.”
Arching my brows, I say, “So you’re saying I can get away with stuff thanks to my injuries?”
“Try me. See how fucking far it gets you.”
God I’ve missed this with him.
I moved straight back in with him on Monday after we dealt with my father and after Mason took me to the doctor. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to the home I shared with Joe, so Mason collected the few belongings I wanted, and we shopped for whatever else I needed.
Being back with Mason is as easy as if we were never apart. We’ve been through a lot, but we haven’t allowed any of it to come between us. And as much as I believe I have a lot of work to do to rebuild his trust in me, he hasn’t given me any signs that’s the case. I actually think we both just know deep in our souls that we’ll be together forever now.
I wave him off. “You need to leave me alone so I can think straight about what I want to wear tonight.” When he doesn’t give me the impression he intends to leave the room, I say, “I’m serious, Mason. You’re too damn distracting with those muscles and that face.”
“You fucking wound me, woman. Here I was thinking it was my fucking heart that you loved, and it’s just my good fucking looks.”
“Nope, not your heart. I’m shallow and all about your looks.” I tease him with a smile as I add, “If I were you, I’d be worried about ageing. Who knows what will happen to those looks?”
He closes the distance between us and hooks his hand around the back of my head. “I’m fucking banking on you going blind, but I’m not above begging.” He kisses me, deepening the kiss until my thoughts are in shambles because all I can think about is how much I want him. When he finally lets me go, he says, “You wanna revise your statement?”
Leaning into him, I smile up at him. “It’s your heart I love. It’s always been your heart.” Then, as his eyes soften, I add, “I only recently realised you have muscles to die for.”
He smiles and with a shake of his head, says, “You keep me on my fucking toes, Mayfair.”
“Yep, that’s my job. Now, go. I need to think.”
He finally leaves me, and I finally figure out what to wear. I also get my shit together over my nerves. And when we exit the house, I’m more than good, because I have Mason by my side, and that’s all I need to take on the world.
Mason was right, no one from his club thinks badly of me for what I did. That’s clear in the way they welcome me back in like I never left.
Harlow is all over me, making sure I’m comfortable. Madison invites me to the weekly session at the beauty salon the girls have. Velvet suggests we all do a yoga class together when she discovers I love it. Sophia asks me to join them all at her home next weekend for a painting get-together. At first I assume she means art, but it turns out they’re all getting together to help her and Griff paint their house. Layla tells me that if I can’t find a new job and am desperate, she’ll hire me in her bar. And Scott’s mum, who is on crutches, tells me to sit down and have a drink with them.
The guys don’t say much, but I don’t expect them to. They all lift their chin at me in greeting, and I take that as their welcome back.
Scott pulls me and Mason aside, though, and surprises the hell out of me.
“I want to thank you for what you did for the club,” he says. “You took our back and I won’t ever forget it.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
He nods and eyes Mason before looking back at me. “I took care