Blood & Bones: Trip (Blood Fury MC 1)

Also, every night for the past three weeks, except for Sundays, he brought dinner to Crazy Pete’s and he stayed with her until they closed the bar.

He promised to get her help soon. He also had the Amish working on the bar during the early morning hours. It was slow but it was steady.

So was the money. She had put flyers around town about the new pool and dart leagues and that alone had caused business to pick up. They also scrounged enough cash to get a used professional Karaoke machine. Once the Amish built a small stage in one corner of the bar, they’d get that up and running, too. Maybe even invite some local bands once the bar was renovated.

Also, once they got some help, he was planning on opening the bar on Sundays, getting a few large screen TVs and signing up for the sports packages. She didn’t give a fuck about sports, but apparently other people did.

Imagine that.

He had some good ideas.

But she shouldn’t be surprised since he’d already done so much to raise the Fury again. The man had vision and drive. No doubt about it.

“Baby?”

However, Trip waking her up this early on a Sunday, her only day off, was not one of his good ideas. “Yeah?”

“Know what today is?”

“Sunday,” she moaned into the pillow. She just wanted a little more sleep. They hadn’t crawled into bed until three.

Though, once she hit the mattress and his arms, she was out.

“Not just Sunday. It’s Sunday Run Day.”

What?

“Baby?”

He really wanted to be smothered with a pillow. “Yeah,” she groaned.

“You hear me?”

“How can I not? You’re talking right into my ear.”

“Then you heard me.”

She flopped onto her back with a sigh. “I heard you, Trip. It’s Run Day Fun Day.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Mmm ‘kay.” She yawned and ran a hand over her bare breasts—he insisted they both sleep naked, not a hardship with him by her side—and down her belly. Her ribs didn’t show anymore, nor did her hip bones, but she was still thinner than he wanted.

She was fine with her weight. He was not. She had reminded him a thousand and one times, it wasn’t up to him.

He disagreed.

They did not agree to disagree.

As she stretched and yawned a second time, he tugged the sheet off her. “Wanna fuck you.”

She blinked and murmured, “Nothing new.”

“Don’t have time, though.”

“Why?”

“Need to get you fed and get ready for the run.”

The run.

The haze in her brain cleared and she shot up to a seated position in bed. “The run?”

He was on his side, his hand propped up in his hand. “Yeah. Said you heard me.”

“You’re doing a club run today?”

“We’re doin’ a club run today.”

She’d been on a run twice in her life. Both times as a kid with her father. Usually he had ridden alone, not even wanting Stella’s mother with him.

When none of the ol’ ladies were allowed on a run, that usually meant trouble. They were either going to get into it or make it. And the type of trouble just depended on where they were headed.

She couldn’t imagine her father had been faithful to her mother. Stella pretty much figured out none of them had been.

But still...

Those two rides...

She could still feel the wind on her face, the air whipping her hair, the freedom she felt on the back of Pete’s bike. She’d put her arms straight out on either side of her and pretend she was a bird with outstretched wings, gliding on an air stream.

Sometimes one of the other brothers would ride up next to them really close and tease her by grabbing her fingers or tickling her palms, making her giggle.

Any problems and stress in the club seemed to disappear during those runs. Or at least it seemed that way on the two she’d been on.

“You with me?”

She turned to meet his brown eyes. “Yeah. I’m with you.”

“Not just right now in bed, Stel, on my sled.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m with you.”

“You got a brain bucket?”

“No.”

“You want one?”

She only thought about it for a split second. “No.”

Trip grinned. “Got an extra bandanna or two if you need it. Cover your hair, your mouth. Whatever.”

She had her own bandanas, just back at her apartment. “Do we have time for you to drop me off at Pete’s so I can get ready? I’ll head back here for breakfast as soon as I am. That’ll give you time to make it and also get ready.”

Most of the times, he hauled her back and forth on his sled as long as the weather was good. He didn’t want her driving her Jeep.

Stella was beginning to think it was so he had control of her coming and going. If she didn’t have her vehicle, she couldn’t leave the farm until he decided it was time. She didn’t like it and told him so.