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People said I looked just like her. Same silky black hair that nearly kissed the top of my butt. Same dark blue eyes. Same nose and mouth.
There sitting atop one of the far counters was a boy my age, eating out of a chocolate pudding cup. He had hair that reminded me of one of the wheat fields I’d seen in Nebraska. His eyes were warm brown, like cream soda. He watched me like he’d never seen a girl before, like I was some exotic bird that just landed in the kitchen, and he wasn’t sure what to do with me.
“The fuck you doing with your tire nearly parked in her door, gentlemen?” Wes asked. “It’s Chaos King’s business. Not Stone Riders, you can fuck off.” Bones smiled at Wes, as if they were buddies. Wes glanced at me, his eyes narrowing. “That true, Penelope?” With tears finally falling, I shook my head. “I just want to leave.” Callie tried to push forward again, her eyes tightened, her expression glacial as she stared at the riders in front of me.
Panic was stamped across his features. His golden hair was windswept off his face, his denim jeans looked worn, and his boots were dusty with dirt. He wore his cut over a thick, black zip-up hoodie.
“What are you doing?” Natty smiled up at me. “I made these for you.” She pulled out several crocheted stuffed animals…wait, “are those—penises?” Natty paused, staring down at her multicolored plushies. “They’re not—they’re squids. Like little squids…I thought they would be cute for your little guy.” I stroked a hand down the expanse of my stomach as a smile curled my lips. Natty gripped a small stuffed item, tilting it in her hand—examining it. “Does it really look like a penis?” With a snort, I nodded. “How do you not see it—the long shaft…” “That’s the body!” “The bulbous tip.” I squeezed
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His eyes seemed to burn as he searched her from head to toe, and then gruffly said, “Ne ingrediaris silvam solum.”
“Let’s be clear. I allowed you to live after meeting with her because Killian was present, but if you ever talk to her alone, I will kill you. She is not available; she is not open property. She is mine.”
“I hate when you do this.” My eyes were back on him. “Do what?” He stepped closer, his thumb still against my chin, but now his fingers were spread out against my jaw. “Lower your face as if you don’t belong to stay in the moment…as if you need to separate yourself from what’s going on. You do it a lot in the club.”
“I don’t belong there.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “You do. You’re the only thing there that feels like home.”
Natty: okay, back up…you are fake marrying the man who looks at you like you’re the reason the sun rises and we’re focusing on him moving in. We need to focus on the fact that there is no way this marriage is fake for him.
If you were mine, I’d kill anyone who told me to let another man touch you. I’d burn down the club before letting someone feel what’s mine. Within the club, the only other thing that is sacred is our women, the ones we claim, the ones we choose. If you were mine, I’d tell Tuck to go fuck himself and if he tried to hurt me, then I’d welcome the carnage.”
“Well, she’s about to become my fucking wife, so you’ll get over your reservations and really fucking quickly. As for the kid…he’s mine too, and will be raised by me...”
I never had kids, but I see you and Callie, even Laura and Natty and I think of you all like daughters in a way. Just in the sense that I can watch out for you. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for letting me.” It was the hormones that made me tear up. And definitely the reason I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you, Harris. I haven’t ever had anyone look out for me. I’m honored that it’s you.”
“You’re a tragedy in your own way, just hanging around in my chest like a poison, slowly infecting my heart.”
His light hair was combed back, his light beard was trimmed nicely, revealing the line of his defined jaw.
You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the club. You’d lose that star lust in your eyes, that wonder that made them sparkle. You’d dim, and I couldn’t live in a world where you were any less bright.
“Would never have let you go if I took it. If I touched you, had you like that…there’s no way I’d ever let you go.” “And now that you’ve had me?” Her hands came to my chest, hovering over the feathers branded into my skin. “Now, no one else ever will.”
Luke planted his feet, his jaw tensing as he glared at Jamie. “My fucking kid.” Jameson’s tone was deadly as he snarked right back, “my fucking wife, get out.
“Your grandpa Mathias is watching down on you, and your grandma Wanda. You’ll feel their love in the warm breeze when it shifts and brushes against your face. They’ll love you in the way the sun will warm you, and the way the snow will fall when you least expect it. You’re not alone, baby boy. You’re so loved.”
I was no longer alone. No longer unwanted, and perhaps I never had been. Maybe Jamie was there in the shadows wanting me all this time, just waiting for me.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you. You’ll go with me wherever I go, I promise.”
“It was always you, Jameson. It always will be you forever. I only chose Luke because I had to move on from you. But you’re in here for always.”
