He glances up at me with fire in his eyes and a rapidly forming goose egg on his forehead.
Please come at me, boy. “Kiss. Her. Feet.”
He grits his teeth and bends down, kissing the toe of her right heel.
“Both of them. Make the noise. I want to make sure she feels you’ve made every effort to make amends.”
He does it and the crowd explodes in ooh’s. His days of pretending to be bad ass in this town are over or numbered.
“Now, get the fuck away from her and stay away. If I hear someone you know so much as breathed in her personal space, girls included, I’ll come back and give you the ass whopping you narrowly missed. You get me?” I ask.
He looks up at me and gives a curt nod.
“Let’s go, Dixie Rose, we’re through.” Not a word is spoken until she climbs onto the back behind me and I hand her my helmet. “From now on, I got your back. Anything happens you come to me first, understand?”
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“Why?” Her voice is low and full of an uncertainty that bothers me.
“Because this is the way it should’ve been all along.”
“You expect me to believe that?” she asks.
“No, I plan on showing you. Hold on tight, ain’t got no sissy seat on the back of my bike.” I start up my lady and rev the engine to drown out her response. Nothing I say can change her opinion. I learned early on, actions say what matters.
Chapter Seven
Dixie Rose
I lean back against the headboard. I found out from Dad the boys would roll in tonight, and I’d spent a good portion of the day sexifying Echo’s room. I can’t in good conscience shack up with him yet, but I can do this. He wasn’t the only one feeling lonely on those long nights.
The door opens and his saddlebags hit the floor.
“Welcome home, Echo,” I say.
His eyes widen.
I smile. “Surprise.”
He takes in the room and a grin breaks out on his face. Then he stares at my shirt. “I can’t believe you still have that.”
I run my hand down the worn and faded Kings of Chaos tank top. “Found it in my old dresser when I first got here. Little did I know, I’d have a cause to use it.”
“I remember when you claimed that for yours,” he said, stalking over to me. “The first time I took that sweet little pussy of yours and made it mine.”
My face flushes at the memory. He’d been so patient and thorough. No man had ever known my body better, or made me come so hard.
“Does your body still remember who it belongs to, D’Rose?”
I bite my bottom lip and look up. “Does yours?”
“You laying claim on me now, baby?”
“It’s only fair, right?” I push up from the bed. “But first, we need to get rid of that road dust.” I grab the edge of his cut, relishing in the fact that he allows me to. “Let’s get you clean, so we can both get fucking filthy.”
He moans. “Shit. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me, girl.”
I lean forward and flick his lips with my tongue. “I know. Tonight is all about you, Daddy.”