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“Let me get this place cleaned up and then head home. I’ll be there, don’t worry.”
He nods and walks out. Joker pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.
“We’ll be there too. Let me know when you’re leaving.”
Goose and I are alone in the kitchen now. He just smiles at me, then turns to clean up.
“You are important in this club, Bambi. And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to call you mine for the rest of my life. You’re the light in this dark world of mine.”
“I love you.”
Goose looks up and grins. “And I love you, angel.”
We finish cleaning the kitchen, then head out to let Joker and his guys know we’re leaving. Goose grabs the prospects, Beckett, and we all head out. My car is sitting out front, but Goose leads me to his motorcycle.
“You’re riding with me, babe. Put the helmet on and hop up.”
I strap it on and throw my leg over the bike. Goose revs the engine and takes off through the open gate.
The wind blows my hair back as I hold on tight to Goose. It feels so freeing to be on the back of his bike. I slowly open my arms as we fly down the open roads.
Goose places one hand on my thigh and squeezes. I wrap my arms back around his waist and lean in as he takes a curve in the road.
We eventually make it to Studio Forty-Eight and Goose parks out back near my stairs. Joker and his men are right behind us and get off to check the place out.
Beckett waits at the bottom of the steps with me while Goose checks out my apartment.
“So...you and Goose?”
I nod and look at the young kid. “Yup.”
He smiles, “Good. We all had bets on when he was gonna make you his Old Lady. But if you ever wanna drop his ass cause, he ain’t treatin’ you right, you just come see me, babe.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Don’t let Goose hear you saying that. He’ll knock you on your ass.”
Goose comes stomping down the stairs and we both look up.
“You trying to poach my Old Lady, Prospect?”
Beckett shakes his head. “No, sir. I was just joking around with her, ya know?”
“Don’t fucking look at her again. Go stand at the front of the club.”
Beckett runs out front before Goose can say another word. I walk up the steps and place a kiss on his cheek.
“Let’s go, grumpy. I need to get ready and don’t trust you out here with Beckett.”
Goose grumbles as we walk into my place. “That punk needs to watch himself.”
“Yeah, yeah. He’s a good kid and just needs some guidance, that’s all. Maybe you can help him out.”
“Nope. Pass.”
I laugh as I walk down the hallway and to my bedroom. Opening my closet door, I strip so I can change.
I gasp as Goose suddenly grabs me and pulls my hips back. His muscular body presses up against my back and I can feel his thick cock pushing against his jeans.
Goose leans forward and brushes my earlobe with his lips.
