Why?
Why would the only woman I’d ever wanted be a performer in a sex club? For her own pleasure at that.
Damn.
She wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Did it matter?
I wasn’t sure.
I wondered what she’d think if she knew I was a voyeur—the dude who liked to get off watching people pleasure themselves for my own enjoyment.
Would she own up to her secret activities? They were called a secret for a reason, so probably not.
Would I?
Maybe.
I sure as hell wanted to find out more about my Bonita. I might’ve thought putting distance between us was the right thing to do, but not so much anymore.
“So, whatcha gonna do with this information?” Espada asked with chocolate milk dripping down his chin.
I stood and crossed my arms, exhaling a deep breath. “Guess I’m going to the lake tomorrow.”
“Huh?” He screwed up his face.
“Good night, you dirty little boy.” I laughed as I left the kitchen.
Tomorrow should be an exciting and informative day.
9
Storm
I went into the kitchen to find my Angel. She’d snuck out of bed without waking me up. Shit like that was unprecedented.
My gorgeous wife couldn’t do anything without me sensing her activities, yet, my ultra-sensitive Angel-radar had failed. I blamed it on the stress I was under as the day Brynne was under the club’s protection neared. There hadn’t been many requests Uncle Matt had made before he passed. All he had wanted was for his club to get out of running guns, remain drug-free, safe, and flourish and grow. But rescuing Tina’s daughter had been his personal mission, which had become mine. If I didn’t have Angel and Birdie and another baby on the way, I’d be in Montana with my best friend.
I stared at the backside of my Angel, my gaze dropping to her plump, firm ass as she flipped pancakes. Birdie smiled at me from her high chair.
My whole life was in this room.
“Good morning, handsome.” Angel looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Are you hungry?”
I went to her and filled my hands with her ass. “Only for you.”
She puckered her lips for a kiss. “Didn’t get enough of me last night?”
I kissed her firmly and gripped the back of her neck. I pushed my tongue past her lips and devoured her mouth. I would never get enough of her.
She turned in my arms and hooked her arms around my neck, kissing me back ravenously.
Birdie banged a toy on the tray of her high chair, smiling and appearing happy that her parents were in love and hot for each other.
“My pancakes will burn if you don’t let me remove them from the griddle,” Angel muttered against my mouth.
I took the spatula out of her hand and saved her breakfast while keeping our lips locked.
“My hero.” She pawed my bare chest, scraping her nails across my skin. Jesus, she turned me on. “Thank you.”