Ghost (Evil Dead MC 5)

Her smile faded, a stunned expression on her face. “You…you want me to stay?”

He grinned at that. “Yeah, I want you to stay, Jess.”

She kissed him, hugging him.

He stood, tossing her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. “Come on, woman. You’re ol’ man needs a back rub.”

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Ghost stood at the picture windows overlooking the view, sipping on a cup of coffee, his thumb moving over his cell phone. Then he put it to his ear telling Boo that he and Yammer were on party cleanup duty and to get their asses over here.

He smiled as he slid his phone in his pocket, thinking he’d make an extra tall stack of pancakes to make it up to them.

He took a sip of his coffee as he watched the sun coming up. He felt settled inside for the first time in a long fucking time. And he knew how crazy that sounded, especially when shit was hitting the fan from seemingly all sides. But as happy as he’d always been with his life in the club, something had always been missing. Now, having Jessie in his life felt like he’d finally found that missing piece.

Yeah, they still had problems to work through. The Death Heads problem had to be dealt with for one. That ball was currently in the DKs hands. They had to find that damn snitch. Once they did that, both clubs could make their move. Ghost just hoped it didn’t take too fucking long. He had no control over that, so he had to take a breath and let it sort itself out.

His problem with Jessie, on the other hand, was totally in his control. There was shit he hadn’t told her. And it was eating at him, especially when he was demanding that she be up front and completely honest with him. He saw the irony, the paradox. And he knew he had to set it right. He just needed to find the right time. Things had finally started to smooth out between them, and the last thing he wanted to do was rock that boat.

He took another sip of his coffee and felt Jessie’s arms slide around his waist and her lips press to the bare skin between his shoulder blades. He dropped one hand to hers and squeezed. “Get back in bed, babe. I was just about to bring you some coffee.”

She stole the mug out of his hand and took a big sip, moaning. “Hmmm. That’s so good.”

He turned, taking her in his arms. “You sleep okay?”

She grinned up at him slyly. “You didn’t let me sleep.”

He dipped down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Then get back in bed.”

“I need to get all these rental chairs back.”

“Prospects can do it.”

“I told Tink I’d help her with her nails today. She’s got a hot date tonight. And I don’t think the prospects want to do that job for me.”

He grinned. “Nope. Even I draw the line on putting that off on ‘em. So, Tink’s got a hot date, huh? With who?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Bet I could get it out of you.”

“You probably could, but do you really want to know?”

“If it’s not Hammer, then probably not. I’d feel a responsibility to my brother to tell him, and then the shit would hit the fan. And I’m in too good a mood to fuck it all up trying to keep Hammer from killing some guy.”

Jessie grinned at his logic. “Good. Then you’ll take me?”

“To Tink’s house?”

“No, I’m supposed to meet her at the clubhouse.”

He huffed out a breath. “Shit, I was hoping I’d have you all to myself today.”

“Take me to the clubhouse, I’ll do her nails, we can return the chairs, and then you can have me all to yourself.” She kissed him on the nose. “Deal?”

“Finish your coffee, and we’ll work out this deal in bed.”

She grinned up at him. “I can work with that.”