through my zipper.
“Got to take care of some club business for a couple of hours. Won’t be too long.” I trailed a finger from the valley between her tits to her pussy and circled her mound, cursing Dax and Mac to hell when she moaned. “Started a bath for you, angel. Take a good, long soak. It’ll help with soreness, and I need this pretty pussy to be ready when I get back. ’Cause I’m gonna make sure we both know who it belongs to.” I grinned when she rolled her eyes. I dropped the cut onto the bed and gave her a hard look. “You need to wear this whenever you leave the room, angel,” I commanded. She took it and held it up to read the back, then laughed hysterically. I caged her between my arms and brought my face inches from hers. “I mean it, Harlowe. My cut protects you.” Then I gave her a quick, hard kiss and a slap on the ass before stomping out of our room.
5
Harlowe
Link had been right; a long bath in hot water had done wonders for the aches I’d been feeling in places I didn’t even realize could be sore. But the glow I’d felt at Link taking care of me had long since disappeared. Kind of how he had.
He’d said he’d be busy for a couple of hours, so I’d been looking forward to cuddling up to Link in his bed when he was done. I was disappointed when Cat had come up to check on me after I’d gotten out of the tub and mentioned that he’d had to leave to take care of something since I’d assumed he was working in his office. I hadn’t been angry, though. The timing sucked, but I knew he had other responsibilities besides me. I figured I’d hang out in his room and watch something on TV while he was gone.
After a few more hours passed, I was too hungry to wait around for him any longer. Grumbling over the fact that he hadn’t come back yet, I tugged on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and the leather vest Link had insisted I wear around the clubhouse. Then I shoved my burner phone in my back pocket and headed out the door. I didn’t see anyone on my way down to the kitchen, but Cat was pulling stuff out of the fridge when I got there.
“Do you need any help?”
She whirled around and let out a small yelp at my question. “Shit! I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry about that.” I offered her an apologetic smile as I crossed the room to grab the big package of chicken breasts she was about to drop. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Crossing over to the pantry, she waved off my concern. After she pulled out a bottle of vegetable oil and a jar of salsa, she mumbled, “It's not your fault. Kyle always reminds me that I need to be more aware of my surroundings.”
Huntley had drilled the situational awareness mantra into my head for years, so I was familiar with those reminders too. “Cut yourself some slack, I’m much lighter on my feet than the guys around here”—I lifted my right leg and wiggled my Chucks—“and these don’t make near as much noise as motorcycle boots.”
“Good point,” Cat chuckled, shaking her head.
“So, back to my original question.” I pointed at the food on the counter. “Do you want some help?”
She pulled out a big slow cooker. “Nah, I’m just making chicken taco meat for a late dinner since most of the guys will probably hit up the hospital before heading here.”
My head reared back in shock, as I pictured all the reasons so many of them would need to go to the hospital. “What happened? Is Link okay?”
“What?” She lifted her head to scan my face and swore, “Shit!” Hurrying to my side, she wrapped her arms around my back and gave me a tight squeeze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Nobody is hurt. Bridget had the baby today, and I know the guys will want to offer her and Mac their congratulations. And they’ll definitely want to see Molly. That little biker princess is going to have all of them wrapped around her tiny fingers in no time at all.”
She grabbed her cell out of her pocket and pulled up a picture of the happy family. I stared down at the screen and grinned. “She’s so