“Yeah?” I nod. “Good.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head to his, sealing our lips together as he moves us once more. I sigh in contentment as he settles between my legs, and I welcome the man who’s brought me more peace and happiness than I ever knew existed.
A man who I have completely fallen in lovewith.
Chapter 29—Bass
“What’s in this room?” Milly pulls my attention away from saying something to Ollie. I see her by what I always let everyone assume is a second guest room. Even her, refusing her entry—till now.
Walking over, I lean up and pull the key off the doorjamb, inserting it and unlocking it. She smirks at my key hidey-hole and pushes the door open as soon as she can.
“Wow, you really are a freak. Trains. You have freaking trains.” And she ain’t talking stuffed trains or just little toy trains. We’re talking about a full-on miniature train town build. There’s barely enough room to walk around the whole thing with the model in the middle taking up most of it. “The town is so intricate, it’s almost real, if not creepy that a biker would have model trains.” She eyes me with a look that probably questions if I’m secretly a psycho. I have half a mind to tell her that I’m no more a psycho than the rest of the people she knows.
“Yeah, but you’re dealing with me, so I guess it’s your problem.”
“Wow, you own all this? Did you play with these when you were my age?” Ollie pushes past both of us, as we’re still standing at the door. He moves around the room, looking at it all.
I feel her eyes on me as I rub the back of my neck, no doubt noticing that I’m turning a shade of red that I’ll deny to my grave. “They were my granddad’s. He and I used to spend hours building the small engines and putting the town together. When he passed, I didn’t know what to do with it, so I just put it in here.”
“Can I play with them?” Ollie’s entire being is focused on looking at everything, so he isn’t paying attention to us.
I look at Milly, and she shrugs. “Your house, your rules.”
I move my hand to rub my chest instead, liking her words. “Yeah, I guess. Never really knew what to do with them. Have at it.”
He nods. “Cool.”
Goober barks, and Ollie rushes out after him.
“I leave for a week, and you get a damn dog,” I groan with a headshake as we follow Ollie before shutting the door behind us. I’m not locking it this time, just keeping it away from a dog that we somehow now own.
Milly told me they had a “trial period” that lasted all of an hour before she knew she couldn’t give the damn dog back. Ollie demanded, and so it was. Or that’s what she says. Bet you the kid just looked at her, and she gave in. Girl might scream Brooklyn and be all badass, but that boy makes her softer than melted ice cream on a warm day.
“You were gone longer than a week, and I didn’t know what I was saying yes to.” She goes out the front door and watches from the porch as Ollie plays with Goober. I still can’t believe they’re keeping that name. Apparently, Ollie likes it and agreed based on some weird logic from the vet’s sister who gave it to him.
“He’s good with him.” I slide in behind her, putting one arm around her middle and letting her rest back on me.
“Yeah.”
And so are you. I keep that in my head, but we all know it. No need to say it out loud.
“Come on, we need to get going.” I smack her fine ass as I head back inside.
“Where?” she asks from her spot outside.
“Family barbecue.” I shut the door, set the alarm, and grab her hand as I pass, pulling her with me as I interlock our fingers.
Not sure if she’s smiling at the hand-holding or where we’re going. “You guys sure have a lot of those. This one going to be another surprise party?”
I glare at her sass, but we both know I love it. She blows me a kiss as I whistle for the dog.
“Ollie, Goober, let’s go.” I pop the tailgate. “Yeah, but not in the way you think. Brother got patched in last night.”
“Oh yeah, which one?” Not surprised that she knows we have a few. Woman’s been around long enough to know a shit ton about the club.
Ollie comes running over, and Goober hops into the bed of the truck easily. “Can I sit in the back with Goober?” Ollie asks.
“No,” I say at the same time as I shut the tailgate. “Safety first, kid. Now get in the truck.”
