making sure I have my keys, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s Fox calling me. He rarely ever calls me unless it’s something for the club. I groan out loud at the thought of having to put off seeing Gwen even longer because of club business. However, this is what I signed up for when I joined. Even more so when I became the Enforcer of the club.
“What’s up, Fox?” I answer the phone.
“Thought you should know somethin’. And I’ll be in deep shit if she finds out I know. To my knowledge, Kim doesn’t even know this,” he informs me.
“What about her? I was just on my way to your place to see her,” I question him.
“She started a profile for an online datin’ site. Been on it a few days now. I wouldn’t have known if her email didn’t ping. You know I put shit on that when she started goin’ to school and was thinkin’ about livin’ on a campus or somethin’. I don’t normally monitor it, but once I saw it was from that site, I started checkin’ into it. She’s been talkin’ to a guy on there since the day before yesterday,” he states, blowing my whole world up in a few sentences. “It’s time, Killer. Either make your move or let her go. She wants to be with someone. I’d rather it be you if you can keep your cock in your pants and not fuck her over than some dickweed we know nothin’ about.”
“I’m headin’ there now. I won’t say a word about it to her. Just see what she’s doin’ and try to convince her to come home with me. I’ve got somethin’ to show her anyway,” I say, realizing my window of opportunity with her is getting smaller and smaller.
I’ve done nothing but push her away for so long. In the beginning I was fighting my attraction to her by fucking anything with a pussy. Then, when I realized it was a lost cause, I was still using the mouths on the house bunnies because I needed the edge taken off. My hand wasn’t cutting it. Still, each and every fucking time it was Gwen’s face I saw in my mind and her name I called out when I came.
Hanging up on Fox, I rush out to my bike, barely stopping long enough to set my alarm and lock the door. Once I’m on my bike, I hurriedly start the engine before pulling out of my driveway. It takes me less than the ten minutes it usually does to get there. Parking my bike on the side of their driveway, I rush to the front door and pound my fist on it.
I can hear movement inside before Gwen is standing in front of me. She’s wearing a pair of pajamas with her hair up in a messy bun. Even with all the looks I’ve seen on her, including the pictures from Sam, this is my favorite. She’s at her most relaxed and my gaze travels over her body. I can see her nipples poking out against the material of her thin tank top. Her legs are covered in pajama pants covered in candy canes and polar bears.
“What do you want?” she demands of me, crossing her arms over her chest.
The only thing she accomplishes is pushing her tits up so I can see even more of the golden-brown flesh. If she pushes up any higher, I’ll be able to see her nipples. Nipples I’ve been dying to know what color they are.
“I’m here to see you,” I state, stepping close to her as she steps back, opening the door for me to head in behind her.
“I don’t want to see you. I’ll be going to your place tomorrow so I can grab my things. You went through all that trouble for nothing it seems. Though I appreciate you attempting to get me out of Fox and Kim’s house,” she states, not once looking at me.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me. Gwen, when you leave here, the only place you’ll be comin’ is back home. That’s our home and its way past time we have that talk. I’ve given you time to get over bein’ pissed at me. Now, it’s time you listen to what I have to say to you. Then you’ll get a chance to respond,” I state, keeping my voice low and husky because I know it gets to her every single