She blinks a few times before licking her lips. “You always look sexy, Odin,” Cherry finally says, and my lips turn up into a smug smirk.
I wanted her to say something to that effect in front of the other biker; he needs to understand this bitch is always on my dick. They may say they’re friends and Cherry claims to love us like her brothers or some shit, but I’m going to make Chaos realize I ain’t her fucking brother. He can be friend zoned, but fuck if it’ll happen to me.
“When is church?” Chaos asks, drawing my attention from the beautiful woman staring up at me as if she was lost in my touch.
“Now...I was coming to see if anyone was in here to let them know. Guess I found you.”
He nods. “All right.” Then the fucker winks Cherry’s way. “I’ll catch you later sweetheart.” It takes all my self-restraint not to punch him in his eye and mouth, but I manage to hold back. I swear, if he doesn’t back off, we may need to borrow the ring over at the other clubhouse, so I can teach this guy to shut the fuck up.
“I’ll be around somewhere,” she says with a wave and I place my heavy muscled arm over her shoulders and shoot Chaos a look that says,get the fuck out.
She pinches my nonexistent love handle and leans in to tease. “All that built up testosterone inside, throw in that intense kiss you gave me...someone wants their cock sucked.”
With a snort, I pull her closer and admit, “Nah, just wanted to say mornin’ to your sexy ass the proper way. I wasn’t planning on being interrupted when I greeted you today. I had other creative ideas in mind.”
She bites her lip before gesturing to the many plates of delicious looking and smelling cinnamon rolls. “You should take a plate of these with you. You’ll have grouchy bikers on your hands this early and these bribes will help. I can follow you with the coffee and some empty mugs if you’d like.”
Popping a chaste kiss on the top of her head, I step away. “That’s actually a great idea.” I don’t know why the fuck I kiss her like that; never have before. But her offer was thoughtful, and I like that shit a lot.
Grabbing the freshly brewed pot of coffee from the second coffee maker, I grip a plate of buns in the opposite hand. I’m not about to have Cherry carry the coffee and end up hurting herself—it’s too hot.
She grabs a bunch of mugs, stuffs a roll of paper towels under her arm and grabs another full plate of buns then follows me to church.
“We should get a bottle of the Irish Cream too.” I suggest.
“The Baileys?”
I nod, and she somehow manages to work a bottle into her arms as we hit the bar.
Blaze is beside the door and grabs everything from Cherry when he sees us. She’s not allowed in the room we hold church in. It’s a club rule and it must be voted on by the members before she can step foot inside. “Fuck yeah! This is whatI’mtalking about!” Blaze grins, inhaling deeply. “I love these things. I’ll need to swipe some more from the kitchen when we get outta church. Can’t let you fuckers eat them all.”
“Thanks, babe,” I mutter to Cherry with a kiss to her cheek before stepping into the room with the door closing behind Blaze and me. And I’ve done it again. This time, I’ve called herbabein front of another member and kissed her affectionately. We’ll see if Blaze has big enough nuts to call me out on it though.
Eventually everyone shows up and we all get settled. With food and liquor laced coffee in front of us, the only sounds you hear is the occasional groan of men enjoying the oversized cinnamon rolls. I finish first, shoving my hand in my pocket, I fish out my brother’s patch. Holding it in my fist, I address Viking in front of the other brothers.
“You need this back.” Opening my palm, I show him his President patch that’s still missing from his cut. “And we got shit to discuss.”
He nods. “I agree. We’ll talk at home. My shit doesn’t need to be chatted about during church.”
“Wrong brother,” I argue. “If it were any other member then I’d say handle your shit at home, but you fucked up.”
He glowers. I’m stepping all over Viking’s damn toes right now, but I don’t give a fuck. He needs to hear this shit and the brothers won’t say it. I will.
“You brought your shitshow into the MC. Fuck, Vike,” I huff, “we all look up to you. To both you and P. Not only as a couple but as people who have their lives figured out. I get it you had serious shit goin’ on, but you fucked up by not talking to us—your family.”
He exhales. “It wasn’t anyone’s fucking business. What me an’ my ol’ lady was dealing with—are dealing with—is nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
“The hell it’s not!” My temper flairs and I explode. “You were getting your fucking cock sucked by a goddamn whore while your bitch was out getting drunk—alone! Princess is my fucking sister; hell, she’s a sister to every motherfucker in this place. You have Blaze and me guard her, forfeiting our own lives if necessary, to keep her safe. Yet you expect us—or fuck, me—to not protect her against you as well? You expect us to not give a fuck when you hurt her? How does that make sense, brother? Please, clue me the fuck in. One thing is for certain, Viking, you fuck up Princess and you’ll never survive it.”
His scowl turns murderous and he stands. I mimic him, ready to knock him the fuck out when he asks, “That a motherfucking threat, kid?”
Kid! Always a kid to him, but I’m a grown-ass man. Squaring my shoulders, I meet his gaze head on. “It’s a goddamn promise and open your fucking eyes, I’m a man.”
“Anyone else?” He glances around the table to the bikers sitting there, watching with rapt fascination as to what’s going to happen next. When no one says anything, my brother continues. “All of you better have brass fucking balls like Odin when it comes to my woman. I don’t plan to fuck up, but if I do, you need to look to Odin. You want loyalty? He’s the most loyal man I’ve ever known.” Viking peers back at me, pride shining. “You did the right thing and I’m proud of you. I don’t intend to fuck up again, but I’m human.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.
I swallow, caught off guard. I was expecting him to fly off the rails with my outburst. Maybe end up wanting to go to blows or throw his chair...something, not this calm reaction. Finally, I place my palm to his, offering him my support and trust again.
“Thank you, brother, for having my woman’s back. Princess is everything to me—outside of this MC and you kept her safe yet again. I will never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done for me in this life. I’m home now. I’m here to run my club and win my bitch’s heart back. But hear me when I say this...not a motherfucking thing will stand in my way in taking both back.”