stroke a hand through her hair. “Did your family barbecue go okay?” She goes still and that has my gaze meeting hers. “Amy?”
“I got into an argument with my brother.”
She sounds upset about that and it leaves me wanting to hurt him.
“Why?”
“He’s a cop. He’s heard of the Sons.”
I sigh. Fuck, ain’t letting her family come between what we’re building. I know the reputation the Sons has, know it because I’ve lived with it from the moment I put that kutte on my back.
“Yeah, I imagine he has.”
“He’s just trying to protect me,” she defends.
“You think you need defending from me, Amy?”
“No.”
I stroke my fingers over her shoulder as she lies on top of me. “I’ve never lied to you about who I am, what I am. Won’t either. Sons aren’t saints, but we ain’t all bad either. We just live by a different mantra than others, and that scares normal folk. We follow our own rules, not the ones put down by society. We—”
Her finger comes to my lips, and I fall silent.
“I don’t care who the Sons are. All I care about is who you are.”
“Yeah, and who do you think I am?”
“A good man. A patient one. One who cares about people and saving lives.”
I am that and more, but I also wouldn’t hesitate in taking a life if the situation called for it. Like Mac… Omen asks me to take his life I’d do it without a second thought. That’s the kind of man I am.
“Ames, I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not always a good man. I’ve done things I’m not proud of over the years, but this is me. I won’t ever pretend to be who I’m not.”
“I know.” She leans up and presses her mouth to mine. “That doesn’t stop me from loving you.”
“You love me?”
Her cheeks flush a little as she stares into my eyes. “I do. You don’t have to say it back.”
I kiss her, my body relaxing a little. “Babe, I love you too. Have done from the first moment I saw you by the side of the fucking road, sassing me while trying to help me. Knew then you were it for me.”
“Harmony said it was the BOOM.”
I feel my brow draw together as I stare at her. “The what?”
She waves a hand. “It’s this intense feeling you get when you meet ‘the one’. I had it the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“The BOOM, eh? Never heard it called that before, but you felt this BOOM?”
“When I saw you again in Coffee Hut… I was scared, but I was also elated. I can’t describe how I felt seeing you again. Maybe whole. Complete. I know that sounds cheesy, but I knew then you were the only man I wanted.”
“Thank fuck for the BOOM then.”
She giggles. “That sounds so weird coming out of your mouth.”
“It does, does it?”
“Big tough biker talks about love at first sight. It’s amusing, you have to admit.”
I roll us so she’s underneath me and I press my naked body against hers. We both let out a groan as my dick scrapes over her pussy.
“You think I’m tough?”
“I think you’re sexy, tough, and mine.”
I grin down at her. “That works both ways, baby. You’re mine too.”
“Good.”
Our mouths meet again and I lick inside hers, seeking her tongue as possessiveness washes over me. She is mine. She’s always been mine. Not sure what to make of this BOOM thing, but I definitely felt like I’d walked into a brick wall when I met her. She made me stop, take notice and she made me, for the first time in a long time, want things I didn’t know I would ever be able to have.
Eventually, we drag ourselves out of bed and head downstairs to her kitchen. She’s pulled on some pajama bottoms with little hearts on and a large sweater that hangs off her shoulder. I pull on a pair of gray sweats, leaving my chest bare. As I pull them into place, I feel her eyes on me. I turn to her and see her gaze is locked on the outline of my cock through the material.
“Babe… Up here.”
Her eyes snap up as she swallows hard, her throat working. “You’re never allowed to wear those in public.” Her voice sounds strained.
I glance down at myself, not sure what the fuck the problem is.
“Why not?”
“Because… They’re total porn pants,” she splutters out.
I arch a brow at her. “Porn, what?”
“Porn pants. They’re porn pants! I’ll