Page 57 of Empower

“My pleasure, Precious. I hope it tastes as good as it looks.” I was sure it would. This man... my man didn’t do anything half-ass.

And I was right as I savored the taste on my tongue, “So good.” I mumbled through a mouthful.

He shook his head, that smile I loved on his lips.

And now... since he was mine, I swallowed my bite, then leaned over and pressed a kiss on his lips, “Delicious.”

As I pulled away, I caught the heat in his gaze, he knew I wasn’t only talking about the food.

Once we were done eating, we both cleaned up. I headed to the bedroom to take a quick shower.

Once I was done, he was lying on the bed with the covers turned down.

I had never slept with a man before or anyone else in my bed before last night, so this was going to be interesting.

He had his arm out to the side, so I did what felt natural. I climbed in next to him and placed my head on his chest. I guess that was right because he wrapped his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Good night, Precious.” He already sounded sleepy.

“Goodnight, honey.” First time I have ever said that word to anyone. It felt perfect, and for that, I received another kiss on the forehead. I was soon asleep right after that.

The next days that followed, ended up the same way, he or I cooked after I got off work and he was done at the clubhouse and the garage. both got off work.

The MC was having a club Christmas party that was for everyone on the fifteenth.

I have gifts for all the guys; I am saving my fathers and Storms for later. We both got ready and headed to the clubhouse in my truck. The weather has dropped to almost nineteen degrees.

I love Storm but no way in hell am I riding on a bike in this cold ass weather. We made it to the clubhouse and tons of cages were in the parking.

We parked in my spot. He wrapped me up in his arms to keep me warm with his body heat. When we finally made it inside, I felt tens of thousands of tiny pricks hitting my fingers.

Seeing everyone, and since it’s been weeks since I made it to the clubhouse, I missed it.

I was smiling as hand in hand, Storm and I walked into the clubhouse, but when my eyes caught on an all too familiar form, I stopped dead in my tracks.

That too caused Storm to come to a jarring halt and immediately I felt his eyes on me.

I’m sure my face turned white as a sheet.

Standing at the bar in my place of safety was Byron, wearing none other than a prospect kutte. I turned to Storm; his eyes were nearly glacial because of how my body tensed.

“Storm, can you get my dad over here? Please?” My voice was shaky, and I was trembling. That man made me so mad. Storm whistled for my dad’s attention, and he came over.

“Doll face, what the fuck is wrong? You’re white as a damn sheet.” He said as his eyes trailed over my body, looking for something that seemed off to him.

I swallowed, “Dad, do you remember our very first phone call?”

“Of course, how can I forget it?” he looked down at me with confusion marring his brow, “What about it, doll face?”

“Do you remember what I told you about that boy and my half-sister?” I didn’t know this but my dad had already relayed some of the things I told him so they would understand.

“Which one is in here?” His lips thinned; this was not going to be good for Byron.

“He’s the one standing by the bar with the perfect hair and the prospect kutte on,” I said.

Before I could even get the rest out Storm was already at the bar. He grabbed Byron by the neck, lifted him, and threw him to the ground.

“Flint? You have three seconds to tell me your real name before you really find out how I got my road name.”