Bare (Diamondback MC 3)

“Thinkin’ you might be right.“ Which means I’ve got an uphill battle to climb. It’s not like Sadie’s had a great life—in and out of foster homes starting at the age of twelve, never landing in a permanent home, busted her ass in school, got a scholarship, worked jobs in between classes, and the one time she lets loose, Mack just happens to be there.

“Hope so. Hate to see shit go down with the two of you.” Razor takes a drag from his cigarette, a habit I kicked years ago. That doesn’t mean being around the scent of nicotine doesn’t make me want to pick it back up. I hold fuckin’ steady though. The last thing I need to be bringing around Sadie and Henley is something that could harm them. Shovel and Razor both smoke, away from their women and definitely not around Henley.

“Well, this chat has been fun. I feel like I’m growing a vagina, standin’ here talkin’ about women issues. I appreciate your help. You know I’ll return the favor any day of the week, but I got a woman to deal with.” Dumbest idea I had promising Sadie we’d talk about how she could help around the house. Now, I’m gonna have a fight on my hands when I lay it out that her money needs to stay just that—her money.

“Yep, know that. Also know I don’t wanna be around when shit hits the fan.” The shit grin Razor has on his face tells me all I need to know.

“Fuck off.” I stomp my way towards the house, both of them laughing like little schoolgirls the entire time. My house is just that—four walls, a roof, electricity, and running water. It was my sister who put her foot down and made sure it was more a home when it was being built. I hated it at first. Too many windows, too many fucking doors, and too many damn areas where something could go wrong if someone was ready to attack. Now that it has reinforced windows and doors, I can breathe a little easier. That doesn’t mean Sadie won’t be getting acquainted with the alarm system. Sure, we’re on club property, but we’re also one of the furthest houses away from the clubhouse. Anyone who wants to get to you will, no matter how many layers of protection you have surrounding you. When it was just me, I gave zero fucks. It’s a different ball game now, though, which is why shit was upgraded after I met Sadie and she stayed at the clubhouse during the whole Mack bullshit. Fuckin’ idiot still messing with her from his shallow grave.

“Hey.” Sadie’s voice is soft and sweet. She’s sitting in the oversized leather chair that has an ottoman in front of it.

“Sugar,” I reply, watching as the girls stand up and Sadie does the same, hugging and thanking them. I do too, my eyes on them until they’re safely with my brothers, who give me a chin lift, letting me know they’re leaving.

“Is everything okay?” There’s concern tinged in her voice.

“Nope. Gonna take a shower. Henley still asleep?” Sadie’s arms slide around my waist, her head resting above my heart.

“Yeah, I think she’ll probably be down for the night. I set the baby monitor up just in case.” She pulls back her head, nodding to where she put it on the end tables that were set up at her house but are now in mine. It’s a damn good thing too. She’s settling in a fuck of a lot easier than I thought she would.

“A lot of changes in her life lately. It might be another long night.” I kiss the crown of her head, my arms pulling her in tighter.

“I’ll stay up with her. Thank you for letting me get my work done this morning. I didn’t get a chance to tell you with everything going on.” The tension has left her shoulders since we got to my place.

“You’re welcome. We’ll get into a routine. Not a hardship hangin’ with Henley while you work or get some sleep.” Her green eyes light up, and the shield she keeps firmly in place around others is clearly down.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now that it’s settled, time to shower and get some shuteye.” I don’t let Sadie say anything else. Instead, she’s up, in my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist. That could be because I’ve sealed my lips to hers, shutting her brain down from overthinking.

Six

Sadie

“Bentley,” I moan his name against his lips. He doesn’t give that name out willingly. In fact, I haven’t heard anyone use it, ever. Every step he’s taken to what is now our bedroom, his cock has rubbed against my clit. Even through my pair of leggings and his jeans I can feel the outline of his length.