“Careful, Hunter. That’s a tough guy you’re messing with.”
I turned around and saw Kelly making her way down the stairs.
“Holy hell.”
I couldn’t tell whether I had thought it or said it outloud. I hadn’t slept in over a day and still had some booze coursing through my veins, but I knew for goddamn sure that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Hunter, language,” she scolded.
She motioned to Lucas standing behind me. I guess I said it, but I couldn’t fucking care less. She had put on a little red and white polka dot dress that hugged every curve of her perfect body and flowed out as soon as it passed her thighs. Her tits bounced as she came down the staircase and I watched her milky white legs as she sauntered her way past me and put her bag in the trunk. As she closed the trunk she ran her hand through her hair, stretched and yawned. The way she looked in that moment, I knew I never wanted anyone else ever again. She was fucking perfection. She looked the way I’d always dreamed my woman would look, and she fucked like her * was made especially for me. My cock was getting hard and I thought twice about locking the kid in the house and taking Kelly away from here forever. I was done sharing her with anyone else. It had been a couple hours and I was fucking hard as a rock.
“Well, boys, shall we?”
She opened the door for Lucas and closed it behind him. I made my way to the driver’s side and she glided to the passenger. She stopped as she opened the door and looked at me with those big, green eyes, smiling and then turning away like she was shy.
You are fucking done, pal. That’s your girl.
I tossed my cigarette and got in the car.
“So where is this place exactly,” Kelly said, and then stopped herself and mouthed, “Is it safe?”
“It’s not far, sweetheart. And you don’t ever have to worry about safety when you’re with me. That’s not a brag. It’s the fucking truth.”
She smiled and sunk back into her seat as I started the car.
I wasn’t lying to her. Deacon had checked out the place hours ago and given me the all clear. More than that, I could be driving her into the seventh circle of hell and she’d be perfectly fucking safe. I’d die before I let anything happen to her, or her kid brother, and I wasn’t fucking dying anytime soon. That’s the thing she was slowly learning. When you ride with the fucking devil, all the goddamned demons in the world can’t do shit to you. Wherever she went from now on, she was with me. And that meant she was fucking safe. Nothing could hurt her except me and I was going to make goddamn sure that never happened.
“Lucas, put on your seatbelt,” Kelly said into the backseat.
“Hunter isn’t wearing one,” he protested.
“Hunter is a grown fucking man and can do what he wants,” I said, to no one in particular.
I felt Kelly’s hand gently slap my shoulder as I pulled the car out of the driveway. Lucas buckled up.
Yeah, yeah, darling. Language. It’s not going to get any fucking better so quit that shit right now.
I reached into my pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it. Kelly looked over at me and then motioned to Lucas in the back seat.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Lucas, you want a smoke, buddy?” I asked knowing full well that wasn’t what she meant.
“Sure,” he called from the backseat.
“Lucas. Over my dead body,” Kelly said sternly, as she glared at me.
I put my burning cigarette in my mouth and took a deep drag as I hit the button lowering Lucas’s window.
“You can’t protect him forever, sweetheart. Nobody’s fucking bulletproof.”
Kelly just sighed and leaned her head back. She reached over and put her hand on my thigh.
“Nobody except you, right?”
I took a deep haul of smoke and blew it out, filling the front of the car and then watching as it got sucked out the open windows.
“You’re goddamn right.”
I pulled in front of the auto shop, parked the car, and killed the engine.
“I’ll be right back. You two sit here.”
I got out and walked around to the back of the car and toward the shop.
“Where are you going?” Kelly called out through the passenger window.
I turned around and stomped out my cigarette.
“Don’t you fucking worry, sweetheart. I’m coming back. I’ve just got to grab some shit and let Dennis know I’m not coming in today. Sit there and I’ll be right back.”
Kelly looked genuinely concerned and it fucking bothered me.
Jesus, woman. What the fuck is your issue? I come, I go, but I always come back. I have half a mind to make you fucking wait.