Aggie gave me another hard look before walking away to help her.
I shot my future sister-in-law a grim smile in thanks, and she tipped her head in acknowledgement as she went through the kitchen door.
As I turned back to Quinn to ask if she was ready to call it a night, I felt her stiffen beside me. Her face had been pale all evening, but right then, her cheeks flushed almost crimson as her baby blues narrowed.
Glancing around for the source of why she suddenly looked like she was ready to punch someone in the throat, it didn’t take me long.
Whitney was heading our way, her own blue eyes narrowed and shooting daggers at Quinn. Behind her, Heather and Amanda followed, appearing nervous rather than set on causing the trouble Whitney probably thought I would let her get away with.
She was only a few feet away when I put myself between her and Quinn. I had stayed quiet earlier that day because I figured her sisters only wanted attention, which was usually why they went into Aggie’s to bother Quinn. Now I was too tired to care what their reasons were. I was done with them, and Hell would freeze over before I let a single one of them touch so much as a hair on my girl’s head.
“Back the fuck up,” I snarled, stopping Whitney in her tracks. “If you try to touch Quinn, your days of being a part of this clubhouse are over.”
Her bottom lip pouted out as she lifted a hand to touch my chest. “What’s wrong, Raider baby? Do you need one of my special blowjobs to help you unwind?”
I knocked her hand away, backing up a step to put more distance between us. Hell, what had I ever found so appealing about this bitch and her clones? Other than the fact that they looked similar enough to Quinn to let me pretend that it was her I was fucking in the dark, there really wasn’t much these three had going on for them.
“Don’t touch me,” I snapped at her. “I’m not yours to touch.”
Pink filled her cheeks. It was probably the first time she had ever blushed in her life. “You never used to mind,” she mumbled, looking around to see if anyone was watching us. The whole damn clubhouse was watching, making the pink in her cheeks darken.
Behind me, I felt Quinn shift and move away. “I’m tired. I think I’m going to go to bed.”
“Okay, baby, I’ll come with you.” I turned away from Whitney, putting her and everyone else out of my mind.
Quinn couldn’t hide her surprise as she looked up at me. “You don’t have to. I’m sure you have other things to do.”
I did. Bash was waiting on me and Colt for church up in his office. But he could wait until I got Quinn settled.
“You’re more important,” I told her honestly.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Whitney grumbled from behind me.
I didn’t pay her any attention. That was all she wanted, anyway. To pull my attention from her sister and on herself. Never again.
I touched my hand to the small of Quinn’s back, urging her in the direction of my room.
As soon as we were behind the closed door, she seemed to relax, her breath leaving her on a soft sigh.
She moved toward the bed, where Colt had already put her bag. She seemed so tired that each step she took looked like an effort. Once she sunk down onto the mattress, she looked like she could have fallen asleep then and there.
I crossed the room and crouched down in front of her. Lifting one foot, I pulled her shoe off, then her sock. Once both pairs were gone, I straightened and opened the case Kelli had packed for her. However, when I examined the contents, I didn’t find anything for her to sleep in. Either Kelli had forgotten, or my girl liked to sleep naked.
My body responded to the mental picture of Quinn in my bed without any clothes on. That was a fantasy come to life. If I was
going to keep my promise of only holding her at night, though, it would be a hell of a lot easier to accomplish if she was covered up.
I went to the dresser that my TV was set on and pulled out one of my old Hannigans’ shirts. Going back to her, I helped her stand then carefully undressed her. Her baby blues were wide, but she didn’t stop me as I tugged her jeans down her legs. Once she was standing there in nothing but her bra and panties, I let myself enjoy the view, but only for a second.
Fuck. Every inch of her was pure perfection. Her lean hips, that tiny waist, her breasts that had fit my hands as if they were made for me to worship. She was so beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous that it hurt to breathe from looking at her.
And she was all mine.
The fact that she was carrying my baby only made her that much more beautiful to me. The baby, as shocked as I still was about finding out about it, was starting to grow on me in a big way. I didn’t know how good of a father I would be, but I would do my damnedest to make sure it was loved and provide for.
“Raider?” Quinn shivered and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Are you okay? You have this really weird look on your face.”
I swallowed roughly and gave her the best smile I could muster right then, even though a million new emotions were racing through me and filling my chest nearly to a bursting point. “I can’t believe I wasted so much time. You could have been mine for years now, but I wouldn’t open my fucking eyes. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”