A sigh of satisfaction left her as he tucked the blankets tightly around her. She could get used to this. Sitting on the bed next to her, he leaned against the headboard and started to read.
It wasn’t long at all until she was drifting off.
28
Betsy bounced around on her feet.
Ink chuckled as he grabbed out a long-sleeved charcoal Henley and pulled it on. Okay, that was hot. It molded to his muscles, highlighting his biceps and pecs.
Yum.
“Brown eyes, you keep staring at me like that and we won’t be going anywhere but back to bed.”
She glanced over at the bed longingly. “That’s tempting.” She turned back to him. “But I want to go for a ride more.”
“I think I was just insulted. My girl would rather ride my hog than me.” His eyes twinkled.
She strode towards him, trying to put some swing in her hips. She didn’t have much to swing and she probably looked ridiculous. But he didn’t seem to mind as his gaze tracked her movements. When she was close, she walked her fingers up his chest to run them along the tattoo that peeked over the top.
“Do you mind?”
He grasped her around the hips, dragging her closer. Then he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her. It was fiery. It engulfed her. Swept her away. When he drew back, he was smirking. “Still think you’d rather ride my hog?”
“Hog? What hog?”
A bark of laughter filled the room. She loved when he laughed. He looked so carefree. Setting her down, he gave her a slap on the ass.
“Hey!” She rubbed her ass with a mock-scowl.
“Come on, brat. Let’s go.” He took hold of her hand and led her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. They were both dressed in long-sleeves and jeans. Their motorcycle gear was in a cupboard by the stairs. He pointed at a bench. “Sit, button.”
He held out her boots, helping her put each one on and brushing away her hands when she tried to do up the laces. “Daddy’s job.”
Happiness filled her as he got them both ready. He drew out her new jacket and slid it on her then he grabbed a long-sleeved black jacket for himself.
“You’re not wearing your cut?” she asked curiously. She hadn’t seen it yet. They were going to ride over to Sunny and Duke’s for a BBQ. They hosted one every few weeks at their house for the guys.
“My cut? No, I usually only wear it at the compound and bar or for other club stuff.” He took her hand in his and led her to the elevator. She loved the way he held her hand, as though worried she might disappear on him.
That was never going to happen.
When they reached the garage, he grabbed a helmet from the bench along the wall. It was white and peach like her jacket. Then he walked her over to the bike, showing her where to put her feet. “Remember to hold on tight to Daddy.”
He didn’t need to worry about that.
“Let’s get this helmet on you.”
“Where’s yours, Daddy?”
“I don’t have one.”
She frowned. “Then how comes I got to have one?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Because you’re my precious button, that’s why. And I’m always going to take care of you.”
When she climbed on behind him, she wrapped her hands around him tight, turning her head and resting it on his back. The bike started up with a purr. It rumbled beneath her.
Her breath caught as the garage door opened and he moved them out onto the road with a roar. They whipped down the streets, her body moving with his.
Holy. Hell.
She loved it. A huge smile filled her face as she breathed in the air.
This. This was freedom.
And she never wanted to let it go.
When they reached a wide street in the suburbs that had small houses set on big sections, Ink began to slow down.
This is where Duke and Sunny lived? It was so cute. So normal. Ink turned his bike into a driveway with a well-kept house and tidy yard. It had a small porch out front and was painted gray with white trim. This house was so Sunny.
And so not Duke.
She climbed off the bike and Ink removed her helmet. She smoothed down her hair.
“I don’t think I need a helmet next time,” she muttered.