Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

He laughed as he swung out of bed and pulled his jeans on.

“One of these days, babe.” He leaned down and kissed her. “That’s what I want. To come home and find you naked in my bed waiting for me.” He kissed her again, then pulled back an inch to look down into her eyes. His crinkled at the corners with his smile. “Fucking heaven, all laid out and waiting for me.”

“Baby,” she murmured softly, touched by his words.

His hands cupped her face and pulled her up to her knees, facing him. He gave her another long kiss, her naked body pulled flush against his jean clad one. When he broke the kiss, he reached down with one hand, and his palm cracked against her ass as he grinned, “Better get dressed, pretty girl.”

“Oww,” she whined with a grin.

The back door opened, and Ghost’s voice could be heard.

“Who wants coffee?”

“Me!” Skylar shouted back down.

“Then get your sweet butt down here and make us some, Sugar.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“I got it, babe,” Shades said, kissing her again and then bounding down the stairs.

How did that man have so much energy this morning, especially after all the sex they had last night, and then again this morning?

And then she smiled. Maybe that’s what gave him all that energy.

****

When Skylar came downstairs, Shades was in the kitchen making coffee. She wandered up behind him and gave him a kiss on the neck. “Need any help.”

“No, I got this. It’ll be ready in a minute. Why don’t you go keep our visitor company?” He nodded toward the deck.

Skylar turned to follow his eyes and spotted Ghost out on the deck, leaning his elbows on the railing, taking in the lake and smoking a cigarette. She wandered outside.

Ghost turned his head to look over his shoulder when he heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing.

“Hey, Hotrod,” he greeted her.

“Hotrod?” She frowned questioningly. “Why Hotrod?”

Ghost grinned. “Saw you do that little burnout in that cute little sports car of yours the other day when you pulled away from the clubhouse. Spinnin’ tires and throwin’ gravel, girl.”

“Right.” Skylar grinned as she came to stand next to him, her eyes taking in the lake.

“Mind if I smoke?” he asked, turning the hand that held his cigarette palm up, showing it to her.

“No. Go right ahead.” She leaned on her elbows, like he was.

He took a drag, blew the smoke up, and then looked at her. “You doing okay today?”

“I’m fine.”

“You weren’t yesterday. You were a borderline basket case.”

“Yes, I suppose I was.” She looked out at the lake, and then met his eyes again. “Every time I think everything is going along fine, life always finds a way to knock me back down.”

“Well, darlin’ you know what I always say? When life gives you lemons—squeeze them in people’s eyes.”

He made her laugh. “Are you ever serious?”