Page 36 of Falling for Her
He shakes his head and mumbles, “She’s doing all the crap on purpose. She wants your VP patch, and that is the only way she gets what she wants – money and a little bit of power," he groans, “How in the fuck did I miss this growing up?”
“She’s been brought up entitled, Ace,” I mumble back, and he hums in agreement. Then he asks, “Do I at least get to meet this girl, and how long have you even been with her?”
I wince and look his way and not only admit, “I’ve been with her for three months,” shocking him, his eyes widening, but I also admit, “She doesn’t know my family is club.”
His nostrils flare, and he snaps, “You are club!”
I shake my head, “No, I’m not. I haven’t been club since I was sixteen, your father and mine killed that with the whole Bethany shit. They keep saying there’s shit I don’t understand, but I don’t care what she has on the club, they never should have forced me with her. I’m now living for me, and fuck, if Bethany finds out about my girl, she’ll cause havoc, Ace, and I can’t have that.”
He looks away angrily and growls, “So what, I’ll never get to meet my best friend’s girl who has met my wife and kids? Fuck, who has taken my oldest to Sea World?”
I sigh, “I don’t know, Ace. Scarlett came without her cut on and didn’t bring the club up. I know how much you hate not wearing that leather.”
“One point in time, you used to want nothing more than the leather,” he rasps, and I shrug and reply, “I did until it didn’t feel right on my back when I realized I meant fuck all to said club.”
Bullet is quiet for a moment, knowing there isn’t anything he can say in return. As much as I would love to stand by him, be his VP, and be part of the family, it isn’t going to happen.
“Uh, brother, does your girl have mousy brown hair?” Bullet asks out of nowhere.
I look at him and see his eyes focused on the door and I turn in my seat and look across the dark oak tables towards the door, and my heart leaps.
Fuck she just keeps getting more beautiful as each day passes, even with a sea lion shirt on.
Essy looks around the room before our eyes connect, and I grin. Her whole face lights up and Bullet mumbles, “Okay, I can see it.” I tense suddenly, remembering he’s here, and look at him quickly, my eyes going to his cut.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I move, ready to meet my girl half way across the room but just as I’m about to stand, he groans, “Fuck….” before taking it off without me having to ask, and warmth fills me at his gesture especially knowing he lives in that leather. Brent, a prospect, hides his cut underneath the counter, hearing most of our conversations tonight, and mutters, “The club isn’t right without you,” and I smirk.
“You’ll make a good brother,” I tell him, and his light blue eyes light up before he rushes away. I turn back just in time for my girl to stop beside me.
“Well, hello there, angel,” I say with a grin.
She shakes her head and replies, “Stranger,” making me chuckle. “Dad said you were here, so I hope this is okay?” she asks nervously, and I turn my whole body around on the stool, opening my legs and admit, “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else, baby. How was Sea World?”
She cutely scrunches her nose and admits, “It was fun until both Levi and Aiden used their cuteness against me.” I tilt my head and raise a brow. She admits reluctantly, “I caved and bought them both more toys than a child needs at the gift store, spending most of my paycheck on them,” I chuckle. She holds out a tub and continues, “I also gave in and boxed ten orange frosted chocolate cupcakes at Levi’s request because, again, the kid is too cute for his own good. I was wondering if you could give them to Scarlett for me. I didn’t have time to pick them up from the bakery before dropping Levi off.”
I grin, shaking my head at my amazing girl. “Those kids run circles around you, angel,” I say, and she shrugs while smiling, not denying it and not giving a flying fuck.
Fuck, she’ll make a good mom. Shit, where did that thought come from?
“Where are my cupcakes?” I ask, ignoring the pictures of her round with my child filling me because I want some time with her before we create cute kids. I eye the box she’s brought for Levi, and she grins, her whole face lighting up as she moves her other hand from behind her back, holding a smaller tub. I nod before grabbing the loops on her jeans and pulling her body into mine, making her gasp and then melt into me, her upper body leaning against mine.
I grab my box and put it on the bar, eyeing Brent, who is eyeing the box, and snap, “You touch them, I’ll cut your fingers off,” making Essy chuckle as Brent mumbles, “And that is why you’ll make a good VP,” but thankfully, not loud enough for my girl to hear, though Bullet does snort.
I side-eye him, making him grin before I take the other box from Essy, freeing her hands which go straight to my t-shirt and fists it as I hand the larger box to Bullet, who is looking at my girl with awe, seeing how many cupcakes she’s grabbed for him.
“Angel,” I mumble, locking eyes with her and state, “I would like you to meet my best friend and Levi and Hannah’s dad, Ace.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at Ace, then winces and admits, “If he’s bouncing off the walls after he wakes, then I’m so sorry, but he batted his eyelashes for the chocolate scoop of ice cream, and I just couldn’t seem to say no to him.”
Bullet chuckles, “That’s alright, it’s good to finally meet the girl who’s locked down this knucklehead.”
I look at my girl and see her cheeks redden. I grin before gently kissing her nose to get her attention. She melts into me, her eyes looking at me full of love, and the words I know want to come out of her mouth stay tightly inside.
Soon.
“Oh yeah, I definitely see the difference,” Bullet mumbles, but I ignore him and peck my girl’s lips once, twice, three times, then ask, “Are you staying with me tonight?”
