Christmas Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2.50)

My eyes almost explode from my face. “At this point, I don’t really care who did it; I just care that we now have no bon bons for lunch.”

“We don’t need them.”

“Yes, we do!”

“No one will care if we don’t have them.”

“I’ll care.” I throw my hands in the air and stalk away from him to the pantry. This conversation is not helpful.

“Lily!” he barks. “Don’t walk away from me.”

I carry on. “I’ve got things to do for your lunch. I don’t have time for this conversation.”

He catches up to me and grabs me by the waist. Spinning me to face him, he demands, “My lunch? I wasn’t the one who fucking wanted this lunch.”

I place my hands to his chest trying to push him away, but he’s got a tight hold on me. “No, but I’m doing it for you. For your club.”

His eyes flash with frustration as he backs me against the wall. “What’s really going on here?”

“The only thing going on here is that the bon bons are ruined, the air con is broken, the kids are feral, and my husband’s slowing me down by—”

“Bullshit. You’ve been on edge all morning. Why are you so fucking worked up about some bon bons?”

“Because I wanted this lunch to be perfect for you and the club. That’s fucking why! You’ve all had a shit year and things only seem to be getting worse. Your guys are all stressed. Their families are all stressed. You’re never home. The kids are missing you. I’m missing you. We all need some happy in our lives and I wanted to give it to everyone today. And Christmas needs bon bons!”

I’m hot.

I’m bothered.

And I’m done.

I push him away and make a move to get as far from this kitchen as possible. But King snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me back to him.

“I fucking love you, woman,” he growls. “But you need to let me do the worrying over my club. This isn’t shit I want you stressing over.”

“But I do worry over it. I’ve always worried about you and your guys. I hate seeing you all go through so much. Bringing some happy into your lives is something little I can do for you all.”

He brings his hand to my cheek and cups it, gently rubbing his thumb over my lips. “Bringing happy is good, but not if it costs you. I don’t like seeing you this stressed. I fucking won’t see you this stressed.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I’ll get more bon bons. Is there anything else on your list of shit-causing-you-hell? Besides the fucking air con, that is. You’ve already busted my balls over that and I’m still trying, but it’s not looking good.”

The mention of the air con makes me smile.

King caring makes me smile.

And just like that, I feel like I can breathe again.

“I need someone to go over to Brynn’s and collect some salads.”

“Consider it handled. Anything else?”

I press my body into his. “You know, you’re not a bad husband after all. I think I’ll keep you.”

“Who the fuck said anything about me being a bad husband?”

I arch my brows. “Well, there are times where you can be a pain in my ass. But like I said, I’ll keep you around a bit longer.”

“You just try and get rid of me. It’s never fucking happening.”

I loop my hands around his neck. “Promise me you’ll fuck me tonight. I’m dying over here.”