Page 97 of Bullet
“Me, too, brown eyes. If it’s never more than us, you’re still more than I deserve.” He brought the cigarette to his full lips, lips I ached to feel against mine. Soft whiskers of his goatee surrounded his mouth and darkened the sharp edge of his jaw.
I rested my head against his chest, listening to the burn and sizzle of tobacco as he smoked, the muted voices from the chapel of the MC, and the rumble of Harley pipes from outside the window.
Tonight, or maybe tomorrow, everything could change. Here in the MC, the threat of Emerson kept us cocooned in an intimate bubble. We could pretend nothing else mattered. For a few hours more, it didn’t.
Skin to skin, he held me. His strong hands roamed over me. We kissed and touched. Time stretched, but I didn’t want this moment to end. I could feel the tension thickening between us because outside the window, the sun sank low on the horizon.
“Stormy?”
“I know. You have to go.” Tears filled my eyes. “Promise you’ll be careful.”
He kissed my lips, my cheek, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll be late.”
I nodded and scooted out of bed. “I’ll hang with the Heller girls.” I tugged on a pair of shorts, a tank top, and slipped my feet into sneakers. I didn’t bother with a bra. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”
Bullet dressed in black jeans and strapped his gun harness over a black long-sleeved shirt.
“Oh, god.” He was really going to kill Emerson. There had to be another way. “Bullet? Are you sure?” Panic tinged my voice. Maybe we could leave, get new identities, and start a life together somewhere else.
He shrugged on his cut. “To keep you safe, I’m fucking sure. This is more than unfinished business from the club. Don’t wrestle with your conscience on this one. It isn’t even a close match. Think about those girls in the truck. Think about the ones that weren’t as lucky.” He touched my cheek. “This is justice. He deserves what’s coming to him.”
Banging sounded on the door. “Time to go,” Kodiak called.
“Coming,” Bullet said, clipping a horizontal fixed blade to his belt at his back and another in the front at his hip.
Water filled my eyes.
“Nah, kitten, no tears. You gotta act like my old lady now.”
I nodded and blinked moisture from my eyes. “Would that be more like Hana and Jazzy or Pippa and Levi?”
“Ah, fuck me.” He banded his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the bedroom. “I’ll put a baby in your belly, and you can have my balls along with the rest of me.”
“Like poetry. Oh, smell that. I’m hungry.” My stomach growled.
“You’re so small. Where do you put it?”
I pinched my brows. “I don’t know how you’re so big when you never eat. And eating pussy doesn’t count.”
Bullet paused in his steps, then laughed. “Now, you sound like my old lady.”
The smell of barbecue wafted into the chapel from outside the MC. Music pumped through thespeakers. I slipped out of Bullet’s arm and crossed to join Levi and the others at the table.
“Are you okay?” Levi asked. She had a plate filled with smoked brisket, corn on the cob, and grilled potatoes.
“I’m starving.”
“She’s been locked up with Bullet,” Jazzy said, popping a potato into her mouth. “She’s worked up an appetite.”
I’d never seen so many people in the MC. Romeo, Blade, and the other guys circled around the pool table. I couldn’t remember everyone’s names, but Rogue played cards with Hellers I’d seen before. Raucous laughter erupted in the corner.
Lacey played cards with Flea, Sully, and a couple other guys. Vega would slip out in her car without anyone noticing.
Steele caught me staring and winked. I smiled, searching the room for Bullet. My nerves were on edge. Would anyone notice when he left? What if they asked me questions?
“Stormy, what have you done to Bullet?”
I glanced in the direction of Hana’s stare. Bullet carried a plate of food across the room.