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Six-Gun held up his hand and silenced me. “First off, are you all right? Did any of them touch you?”
I cringed. “Uh, well, they did, but I wasn’t scared. At least not by them helping me to the car.”
“Then what were you scared of?”
I sighed. “Well, I thought I was being kidnapped again, but that only last a couple of minutes. And then once Raelyn and I realized we weren’t being kidnapped but being hauled back to the clubhouse, we were scared.”
“Why were you scared?” he asked.
“Uh, well, you know...”
“No, I don’t know, Memphis. Why don’t you tell me why you were scared?”
I hmphed, and my shoulders sagged. “Fine. We were scared because we were caught sneaking out.”
“And why were you sneaking out?”
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked. “You really seem like you are.”
“I’m enjoying the fact that you made it back after your little jaunt to the gas station, but I’m pretty pissed you decided to not listen to what we told you about not leaving without at least one of the guys with you. Both of you knew better than that.” He folded his arms over his chest and frowned. “How many times do we have to say there is someone out there who killed Leona, and they might be coming back to kill more.”
“I guess that one last time,” I grumbled.
“Dammit, Memphis. What the hell?”
He was upset, and I couldn’t really blame him. Raelyn and I had done something stupid, and thankfully, nothing had happened to us. “I’m sorry. We just want to help...” I trailed off and slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Help with what?” he asked.
Son of a bitch. I should have kept my mouth shut. Raelyn and I had both agreed not to mention where we wanted to go on our ride together. “What’s that?” I asked.
“You said you just want to help. Help with what, Memphis?” he growled.
Oh, hell. Now I had managed to piss off Six-Gun even more. I needed to distract him.
I looked around my room frantically, but there was nothing that would hold his interest.
Think, Memphis!
I remember a meme I had seen on the internet.
I whipped my shirt off over my head and grabbed my boobs with both hands.
“What in the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
I squeezed my boob and smiled. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Then why the hell are you touching yourself?”
“Do you like it?”
“Memphis, did you hit your head when you were out?”
I laughed and shook my head. Maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea. I remember the meme saying something about when your man is mad to start playing with your boobs and he won’t remember what he was arguing about.
It obviously just made Six-Gun think I was crazy.
Maybe I needed to take my bra off. I reached around but froze when my name thundered from his lips.
“Memphis.”
“Uh, yes?” I stuttered.
“We’re going to finish this.”
I inched my hands to the clasp on my bra. “Okay.”
“You are not allowed to the leave the clubhouse without myself or one of the other guys with you. Do you understand that?”
I nodded and almost had my fingers on the clasp.
“That doesn’t mean you are a prisoner here. It just means when you want to go somewhere, take me with you. I’m here to keep you safe.”
“Of course,” I muttered.
“Did your arm just move?” he asked.
I shook my head no and blew a raspberry. “Of course not. We’re talking.” My fingers reached the clasp.
“And you need to leave finding Leona’s killer to the club. You and Raelyn need to trust that we are going to find them.”
I managed to undo two hooks. One more to go.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, Six-Gun. No running around without you.” I got the last hook and held the bra together.
“You’re not even listening to me. That’s not even what I said.” And he was more mad at me.
This was the time.
Release the girls.
I let go of my bra, and the girls bounced free. The bra slid down my arms and fell to the floor.
Six-Gun’s jaw dropped.
I did a little shimmy and cupped my boobs in my hands.
Did I forget to mention that Raelyn and I had consumed a bottle of wine while we waited for the guys to finish up talking to Leo?
I was going to blame this whole “free the girls” on that bottle of wine.
Six-Gun turned his back to me and ran his fingers through his hair. It sounded like he was counting, but I couldn’t exactly make it out.
Perhaps the meme was wrong and everything you saw on the internet wasn’t true. Six-Gun wasn’t as mesmerized by the boobies as I thought he would be.
Just when I gave up all hope and resigned myself to the fact I had made a mistake, Six-Gun turned around and scooped me up into his arms. He tossed me on the bed and covered me with his body.
Thank God.
I was worried I had really pissed him off and crossed the line of no return.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His mouth covered my nipple, and he flicked it with his tongue. His hand grabbed the other and tweaked the bud with his fingers.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I moaned.
He lifted his head, and his eyes were filled with desire.
Desire for me.
“I was until you decided to not play fair. Playing with your tits while I try to yell at you doesn’t work well for me.” He pinched my nipple and the slight tug of pain went straight to my core.
“Do that again,” I whispered.
His pupils dilated, and he’s tweaked it a little harder.
Oh, yeah. That was nice.
“Just so you know, it is now fair game to get undressed to distract the other when we argue,” he warned.
His tongue snaked out and licked the valley between my breasts. I bucked my hips and moaned. “You start playing with your dick and I can guarantee you’ll win every argument, hands down.”
Six-Gun chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I snaked my hand between us and popped open the button of his jeans. I wedged my hand into his pants and found his cock. “Have I mentioned I love the fact you don’t wear underwear?”
“You’ve mentioned it a time or two before,” he grunted.
I mentioned it every time we had sex. So easily accessible for me to stoke and play with.
“Stop for one second, Memphis,” he called. He looked down at me. “Did you hear what I said before?”
I nodded sheepishly. I had. I knew what Raelyn and I had done was stupid. Raelyn and I had both agreed that maybe we could try snooping around online and see if we could find out anything. I had remembered what Menace’s real name was so we were going to start there. “I’m not leaving without you. I’m okay with that. As long as you keep taking me for rides after work, I’ll be fine.”
A small smile graced his lips. “You like being on the back of my bike, Memphis?”
I did. I loved it. Just like I loved this man staring at me.
It was fast.
It was hot.
But most of all, it felt right.
I’m sure there were people out there who would say I’d gone too fast with Six-Gun. I should have waited to make sure I wasn’t broken anymore.
But who was to say what was right?
I was the one in the moment. The one who had lived through days trapped with Jester.
I had lived through it, and I had come out on the other side with a man who didn’t run from me. Who stood by and gave me time. He gave me the choice to choose him.
Lying bed with this man was my choice.
I choose him four weeks ago, and I’d choose him every day for forever.
“What was it Raelyn said it meant if a woman was on the back of your bike?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear Six-Gun say it.
“If you’re riding on the back of my bike, you’re riding my dick.”
Laughter shook my body. “Then you better free my friend and let me go for a ride, Six-Gun. I don’t want to ride on the back of your bike and not be on your dick.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You know you’re a little bit crazy, right, doll?”
I shrugged and hooked my thumbs in the waist of his pants. “Yeah, probably. But I think you like it.”
He lifted his hips, and I tugged his pants down.
“I don’t like it.”
My hands froze, and my eyes darted to his. Fear rocked my body.
What? He didn’t like it?
This was me, and he didn’t like it?
He reached up and brushed my hair from my face. “I love it, Memphis.”
My heart started to beat again.
“Just like I love you.”
Air whooshed back in to my lungs.
“I love you, Memphis. Everything you are and will be, I love.”
He knew I was always changing. Figuring out who I was and wanted to be. My past had changed me, and he was okay with that.
He loved it.
He loved me.
“Even when I don’t listen to you and then have to grab my boobs to distract you.”
He chuckled and nodded his head. “I don’t love when you don’t listen, but I gotta say I love when you touch yourself. You could do that when you’re not trying to distract me.”
File that away as something to do later.
I leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for loving me.”
I knew I wasn’t easy to love. Sometimes I struggled to love myself, but at the end of the day, I knew I was worth it.
Six-Gun saw it, too.
“It’s easy to do, doll.”
This was where I offered my heart to Six-Gun.
He had given me so much these past weeks, and each day, he grabbed a piece of my heart and put it back together.
Him telling me he loved me put the last piece in place.
“You know how you told me you used to sit outside my room and listen to me cry?”
He brushed his lips against mine. “Every night, doll. I was there until you went asleep.”
My savior. He was there when I didn’t even know it. Ready to catch me if I fell.
“You didn’t have to do that. You could have just left. Nothing made you be there. I had nothing to give you.” I laughed flatly. “I don’t even think I have much to give you now, but that’s your problem because you already told me you love me, and I’m not giving you back your heart.” I cleared my throat. “But I can give you my heart in its place. I love you, Six.”
His eyes connected with mine.
Time stood still, and for a brief second, I feared he would take it back.
Throw my heart back in my face and tell me it was all a joke. He had gotten everything he wanted from me, and he was ready to throw me away.
But then Six-Gun did what he always did.
“Been waiting to hear those words, doll. Sound even better than I could have imagined.” He pressed his lips to mine and a tear rolled down my cheek.
I swiped it away. “You thought about me loving you? About saying it to you?” Could this man be any more perfect?
He shrugged and cradled my cheek in his hand. “You’re all I think about, Memphis. Of course I hoped one day you would love me.”
“Happened sooner than you thought?”
He shrugged. “I had no idea when or if it was going to happen. All I wanted to do was be there for you, help you heal, and if I happened to be the one you fell in love with, I knew I would be happy forever.”
“You gave me everything when you didn’t know if I would give you anything in return,” I sobbed.
Yeah, Six-Gun was the perfect blend of rough, tough, alpha blended with sweet, caring, and selfless.
“I knew you were worth it, doll. Even if I got you for a little bit, I knew I would be okay.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest.
This man had given me the best gift he ever could.
He gave me time, and I would spend the rest of my life paying him back.
He helped me heal and asked for nothing in return.