Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,27
the door with my injured sleeping boy against my shoulder, and his one bag stuffed full of his belongings in the other hand. I keep his face shielded from the rain and open the back door of the truck to lay him down, but when I do, I let him go, and that wakes him up.
He holds onto me in a death grip and shakes his head. “Don’t leave me. Stay,” he begs, those beautiful green eyes filling with water again.
“Mime? Drive to Lowe’s and get bags of sand and whatever else. I’m going to stay back here with Ryan.”
Mime turns his chin to his shoulder. His eyes widen when he sees the damage done to Ryan’s face. The expression he has is murderous.
“I know,” is all I say while sliding along the black leather seats.
Ryan climbs onto my lap and wraps himself around me again. I sure as hell don’t mind him using me as a safety blanket. It’s the biggest compliment a man can ever receive. What’s better than someone trusting you enough to protect them while they’re at their most vulnerable?
I cross my arms over his back and hold him to me. “I got you.”
I’ll always have him. And when this storm passes, the man who hurt him will wish he died in the hurricane.
His death won’t be swift.
Like fire, like this hurricane, I’m going to take my time while I destroy him.
My head feels like one of those barrels that get tossed down the side of a cliff. With every bounce the wood cracks a little, then when it reaches the bottom, it explodes.
That’s my skull right now.
And my eyeballs feel like they’ve been dipped in pollen with how swollen they are. The snarling gusts of wind wake me as they rip by, and as I push myself up, a few pings of pain rattle my sides.
I hiss, “Damn.” And try to take it slower.
Finally sitting upright, I keep my hand pressed against my ribs and notice I’m not in my room. Um, I’m not in my bed. I peek under my pants to make sure my panties are still on and blow out a relieved breath when I see them.
“Well, there’s Sleeping Beauty.”
I jerk my head up to see Rainbow standing in the doorway carrying a breakfast tray.
His shirt is off.
I repeat, his shirt is off, and his abs have abs.
Stupid firefighters with their stupid, amazing bodies making me… well, stupid.
Shit. I’m at the Ruthless Kings Clubhouse, and I’m in Rainbow’s room. Another rule on the long list of rules I’ve made that’s being broken right now. I made an entire list just for him.
Do not find yourself alone with Rainbow.
Do not go out to dinner with Rainbow.
Do not kiss him.
Do not dream about him (I broke that one already).
And do not, under any circumstance, stumble into his bedroom and throw your inhibitions to the wind.
And while I did not stumble in this room and tuck myself into this massive, cozy bed, those inhibitions stopped at the damn door when he carried me through it, and right now, they’re laughing at me.
“I brought you some breakfast.”
He comes into the room with a smile. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, the V in my line of sight. It’s a deep V too, carved and defined, and as he sits the tray in my lap, he catches me gawking at him. Rainbow smirks and sits on the edge of the bed. His lower back brushes against the side of my leg. I’m thankful I’m under the comforter.
I stare down at the food and my stomach grumbles when I see gorgeous, fluffy pancakes with a big square of butter in the middle, a few slices of strawberries, bacon, and toast. In the corner sits a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. Black.
“If you need cream or sugar—”
“—No. Black is perfect. Just like my soul,” I try to joke, but he doesn’t seem to think it’s funny because he gives me a stern glare. “Kidding. My soul is only half dark. Depends on the day and the people I’m with.” I bite into a piece of bacon. It’s crispy and nearly burnt, just how I like it.
How did he know?
“You made all of this for me? Why?”
“Why not?” he mirrors in return.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough to know I want to know more.” He lifts his hand to my cheek, and I flinch away, then freeze on the spot when a sadness crosses his