“The fuck you do to her, brother?”
“Just talking to Cherry, that’s all,” Chaos mumbles, setting his cup on the counter with a smirk. I have one hell of a temper when I’m in protective mode, and I’m sure Chaos’s bracing just in case I decide to act on my annoyance. He should wipe the goddamn smirk off his lips too, being that close to Cherry. He’s lucky I don’t break his face.
“Yeah, well, I’m getting real fucking sick of finding her either in your arms or else upset around you. I asked you straight up in church if you’re in love with her and you told me no.”
A gasp escapes Cherry, her eyes wide with shock at the bit of confession. We discussed her in church and it’s rare we let any of those topics leave that room, but this fucker obviously needs reminding.
My wild indigo irises flick to her momentarily before beading down on Chaos once again. “Now what the fuck is it, brother?” I mutter the words leaving a bad taste on my tongue, waiting for him to admit to his feelings. “You need to fucking tell me if you’re hung up on her or some shit,now.”
Chaos’s hands shoot up, in justification “Since you brought it up, out in the open and all, I’ll say it again. She’s only a friend to me. But did you stop to think that close friends often open up and talk to each other?”
A growl leaves me. “Motherfucker.” Just the thought of this suchcloseness, drives me wild inside with jealousy and possessiveness. Cherry is my woman, not his, and he needs to back the fuck off her already.
Cherry steps between our massively built bodies and lays her hands on my firm, flexed chest. She attempts to calm the storm before it thunders down completely onto her best friend who’s now standing behind her.
Meeting her determined stare, my own is full of torment and confusion on what’s really sparking between the two of them. “Move Cherry. I won’t have you getting hurt in all this.” The last thing I want is her in the middle. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her and at this rate, I plan to teach Chaos exactly who the alpha is in this situation.
“Please, calm down,” Cherry pleads. “There’s no reason to be upset right now. Nothing happened.”
“The fuck there isn’t,” I huff. The motherfucker is moving in on the woman who’s warmed my bed the most out of any member in this club. That should say something right there and yet it doesn’t seem like Chaos is getting the fucking memo. She’s in my bed every damn night. Unless there’s more to it that either one of them isn’t admitting to, that is. “I caught you in the same room ashimagain,” I spit sounding like an overbearing fool, “On the verge of tears,again.”
Her gaze is soft, witnessing me upset and angry on her behalf. I can tell with the expression on her face that her thoughts are racing. I’m not too sure if I like that fact or not. “It wasn’t his fault.” She gestures to Chaos.
I roll my eyes, and she continues. “Really, Chaos came in for his cup of coffee and was asking me about all the cinnamon rolls.” She flashes me a small smile, attempting to offer a bit of comfort with her words. It’s too late though’ I’m already wound up toward Chaos. I don’t care if she claims that he’s her closest friend here. I’ll hurt the older man if it comes down to him fucking with her in any way.
“Doesn’t add up, babe,” I grumble, and my own breath chokes me at the pet name. I never call anyone a pet name,ever. I was fucking pushing it with telling her that she’s gorgeous...that never happens with any pussy I fuck.
“I got teary-eyed because Viking is back and I’m happy for him and Princess. You just so happened to walk in at that time.”
Eventually, my look relaxes a bit, thankful to have Viking back home. I give in, nodding and sigh, “And what about all the cinnamon rolls?” My head tilts, acknowledging the counter full of sweet rolls.
“I got carried away. On the bright side, there’s plenty for tomorrow or the week, for that matter.”
“Smells like Mom’s recipe,” I comment with my stomach warming at her memory and knowing how damn good those buns are gonna taste. I wish Mom was here. Mona was such a kind person in the short amount of time I had with her. She showed me the love and acceptance I needed at a rough time in my life. Viking had recently killed my father, not that he was worth a damn. Right after that I moved here and was going through shit as a teenager. Mom was exactly the person I’d needed.
“It is.”
Chaos steps forward, moving to refill his cup now that the tension is finally dissipating. I grab for a clean cup, filling it full of the potent coffee after Chaos has topped his own mug off. “We’ve got church. I saw Vike a few minutes ago and he said it’s long overdue. We need to catch him up to speed and hash club shit out.”
“Good, glad he’s back where he belongs.”
“Me too.”
That we can agree on. My brother is the backbone of this club and having him back in charge is less shit for me to deal with. I enjoy being VP immensely, but sitting in for the Prez, well, not so much. I don’t mind the knockin’ heads part and giving orders, but the clerical shit that goes along with it—no fucking way. I didn’t realize how much of a pain in the ass running a biker club can be.
Then there’s also the part of me dealing with these feelings for Cherry that’ve decided to suddenly surface. They came out of fucking nowhere and I’m not the least bit prepared on how to go about handling them. I’ve said it before and will keep repeating it. Members don’t claim club whores. Am I even to that point to lay claim? Do I want my patch on that bitch’s back, letting the entire damn world know that her ass is my property, that she belongs to me and no other?
I don’t think I’m ready for all that. I’m fucking young. I shouldn’t even be worrying about it just yet. Most guys in this life don’t settle down until they’ve lived a good half of their life, but the thought of Cherry on another man’s cock has me wanting to bash the fucking men in this club to the ground in my wrath.
“You’re going now?” Cherry asks, and I finally take in what she’s got on. It’s her usual morning outfit, but fuck if she doesn’t look sexier today for some reason. And why in the hell does she not touch me now? When I’m about to rip Chaos’s head off she’s right there, hand on my chest...but now, she stands off to the side. I guess I should be grateful that she keeps her distance around the brothers, but I’m not. It fucking pisses me off.
Grabbing her bicep, I yank the bitch to me and plant my lips on hers. I kiss her until her hands fist my white T-shirt, twisting and pulling under my cut and I feel her body melt. “You look good enough to eat,” I murmur keeping my lips close enough they brush hers with my compliment.
Her lids part, irises gazing at me in a daze, “Huh?”
“I said,” I rasp, “I want to fucking eat you, you look so goddamn sexy in this little getup.”
Her cheeks flush and a throat clears. Fucking prick. He needs to mind his own business when I’m busy kissing this woman.