She stepped back outside and when she finally looked up at me, I could see the insecurity in her eyes. She’d only been gone a few minutes but the sexual tension was higher than ever. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment—so fucking beautiful.
“Come here,” I demanded.
She wavered, but then slowly started walking over to me. Wren stopped just a few inches away and said, “I’m sorry. I thought he was asleep or I would have never…”
“Come here,” I growled. As soon as she took that last step, I dropped my hands to her waist, instantly pulling her over to me. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, claiming her mouth once again. With her words still echoing in my mind, I quickly pulled back and looked at her. Surprise crossed her face when I said, “First, never apologize for taking care of your kid. Never. Second, I’ve never been one for being tied down. Don’t know a damn thing about relationships but this thing between you and me – it’s going to happen, and there are things you need to know.”
“You’re a good man, Griffin. I know everything I need to know,” she assured me.
“No, you don’t. You have no idea, but you will. Get someone to take Wyatt on Friday night. I want you at the club.” I told her, then kissed her one last time before heading back to my bike.
It’d been three days since I left her standing there looking like every man’s wet dream. Hell, I could still taste her on my lips and it was fucking with my head. The memory of her touch was burned into my mind, fueling my need to have her in my arms again and I was more determined than ever to make her mine.
After spending several hours in church going over everything Big Mike had gathered on the Python’s, the brothers were eager to let off some steam. They’d all headed to the bar for some drinks and I decided to join them for a round before I headed over to check on Wren. When I walked into the bar, I was surprised to find her sitting there with Henley and Cassidy. She was holding a half-empty beer and was laughing at something Henley had just told her. Her hair was down, curls cascading down her shoulder, and she was wearing a low-cut black sweater that showed off her perfect tits with a pair of dark jeans and black boots. My cock got hard just looking at her. She wasn’t overdone and I liked that she wasn’t one of those women that wore a shit ton of make-up. She was confident in her own skin and didn’t need to hide behind some damn mask.
I was standing at the counter, just watching her, when Maverick came up behind me and said, “So she’s back again.”
“Yeah. I guess she doesn’t scare off too easily,” I answered.
“I can see that. After all, she’s here for you,” he laughed. When I didn’t respond, he said, “Yeah, enough said.” He motioned over to Peyton behind the bar and had her bring us both a beer. As he handed one to me, he asked, “You planning on making something out of this?”
“I am.”
“Good. It’s about time,” Maverick smirked. He looked over to me, noticing that my focus was still on Wren and said, “Shit, you got it bad, brother.”
“Never knew,” I confessed.
“Yeah, it gets you when you least expect it, but when you know… you know.” He took another long drink of his beer and said, “What does she know about the club?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“You think she’ll be able to handle it… handle what you do?”
“She’ll have to,” I answered, knowing that losing her wasn’t an option. Before he had a chance to continue, I asked, “When will we get word on the surveillance?” I already knew Big Mike was working on it, but I felt the need to redirect the conversation. I had no intention of discussing Wren with him or anyone else for that matter.
“Anytime now. Mike’s been keeping an eye on it,” he answered.
Clutch stepped between us, reaching over the counter to get another beer from Peyton. After he popped the cap open, Clutch pointed the mouth of the bottle in Wren’s direction and snickered, “Now that, my friends, is a hot piece of ass.”
A flash of anger rushed through me and without hesitation I reached out and grabbed his wrist, splashing most of his beer on the counter. “Watch your goddamn mouth, brother.”
“Whoa… Wait a minute. Did I miss something?” Clutch sputtered, taking a step back.
Maverick cleared his throat and with a mocking grin, he said, “Yeah, you did. She’s with him.”
“Ah, fuck man. How was I supposed to know that? I mean look at her… she’s smokin’ hot,” Clutch explained.
“Clutch,” I warned.
He raised his hands feigning defeat and said, “I got it.”
Ignoring their shit eating grins, I left them standing there and headed over to Wren. I’d only taken a few steps when her eyes caught mine and the smile she was wearing quickly faded to a look of anticipation. I detected a spark of hunger in her eyes as she watched me walk towards her, and I liked it. Oh yeah, I liked it a whole lot.