“They aren’t technically mine. I worked at a daycare.” I don’t know what he’d know about it.
“Got it. Where do I start?” Saw cracks his knuckles, and I wonder if it is short for Sawyer.
“Char said everything goes to the dumpster. You can start clearing these boxes out, and I’ll be scrubbing this place down.”
“Sounds good.” He starts moving stuff out, and I grab some spray cleaner and an old dust rag from the bag of cleaning supplies Char sent up with Cooter. If they hadn’t volunteered to let me move into this old apartment, I don’t know what I would have done. Cooter is my father’s older brother. There was about fifteen years between them. Cooter said he always thought he’d be the one to go first but it was my father who had a heart attack at the age of forty-four and passed away a few years ago.
I get started in the kitchen. Wiping down the countertops, the cabinets, the stove, and lastly the refrigerator. I’m already starting to sweat. I lift the hem of my tank top and use it to wipe my forehead.
“Want me to open a window?” I freeze when I hear Saw talking. I forgot about him being here I was so caught up in my task.
Quickly, I put my shirt down, and I know my face must be red, I just flashed the man my tits and my growing belly. “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind pretty tits but if you’re hot I can…” he hooks his thumb toward the windows in the living room.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.” He opens the windows, and I try not to melt into the floor in mortification.
We continue to work quietly until he takes a break. “You got anything to drink in that fridge?”
“There’s a six pack Cooter l
eft. You’re welcome to it.” I open the fridge and grab a bottle. He accepts the beer and pops the cap off on the end of the counter. I take a sip of my bottled water.
A wry smile crosses his features after he takes a long pull from the bottle. Déjà vu sweeps over me, and I close my eyes. Something about Saw is so familiar. His brows furrow, and he watches me as I take another swig of my water trying to recall why I recognize him. I look over at his cut again. Black Rebel Riders’ MC. The name must stick out because my uncle is a member. I always knew he rode a motorcycle but never knew he belonged to an actual club until my father died and some of his brother showed up for the funeral.
“I know you,” he states coolly. “Have we fucked?”
I nearly spit out my drink and cover my mouth with the palm of my hand as the liquid spews from between my lips. “You really went for it. Uh no. I think that is something I would remember.” I look at him again and fuck. Fuck me hard. Wait…he already did. My hand goes to my stomach. My mind drifts back to three months ago—he didn’t have a full beard then.
Chapter 4
~Sawyer~
I stare at Cooter’s niece. I definitely know her. “It’s you.” I point at her. “You came into the Roadhouse, and I took you back to my place. You wouldn’t tell me your name.”
Her cheeks slowly grow from a soft shade of pink to a deep crimson. “Okay. You got me. Let’s not make this weird, okay?”
I shrug. It’s no skin off my back. “Whatever you want.” I wink and remember how good she felt beneath me when we fucked. Her sweet pussy wrapped around me like a damn glove. Wouldn’t mind tapping that again. Wouldn’t mind it one bit. “I got all the trash out. You ready for me to start bringing your stuff up?”
“Please.” She grabs a set of keys off the top of the fridge. “These are for the moving truck.”
“Got it.” Her soft fingers brush mine, and I remember the way her nails dug into me when I sank deep inside her. Never thought I’d see her again. Something about her is different though. I go down to the truck and open up the back. I’ll never get that couch up the stairs on my own, and I doubt a dainty thing like her can be much help. I pull my cell out of the back pocket of my blue jeans and dial Vegas.
“Yo, fuck face,” he growls on the other end of the call.
“Get your ass to the back of the bakery. Need your help moving some shit.”
I could have called a prospect but Rebel, my club Prez has their asses doing other shit. I focus on the smaller boxes until my ass wipe brother arrives. When I get back up the stairs with two of the boxes labeled kitchen, I find Camreigh standing at the sink wiping the back of her neck with a wet paper towel. Her blonde hair is swept up on top of her head in a messy knot, her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted. It’s a sexy fucking sight.
I clear my throat and put the boxes on the counter. “Getting the little stuff until my buddy arrives to help with the couch and bed.”
“Okay. Great. Thanks, Saw. Is that short for Sawyer?”
“Yup. I’m just gonna…,” I trail off, hooking a thumb over my shoulder at the door. I don’t know why she has me all twisted up inside and feeling damn near flustered. It’s like the second I look at her my dick remembers her and stands at attention doing all my thinking for me.
For being one person, she sure has a lot of shit. I make seven more trips packing boxes, lamps, and garbage bags full of clothes and shoes. In the back of the truck next to the couch is the frame for a crib. I scratch my head, but she did say she worked at a daycare maybe she babysits or some shit.