Page 49 of Love Gamble

“I will,” I promise. “And there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?” he asks, sounding less than amused.

“I replied to Tatum. I thought that maybe I could get some intel that you guys could use—”

“You’re trying to put me in a fucking grave this month, aren’t you?” River growls, shaking his head. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s not like I told him anything,” I argue, sliding him my phone. “But I did get him to confirm why he’s here. He wants to find out who killed Robert, and he and his MC were kicked out of their last town by the cops.”

River reads the texts, scowling. “Do not contact him again, do you hear me?” And then he suddenly smiles, which is even scarier than his angry face. “And you know what? You’re Damon’s problem now, so you can tell him about this little situation.”

My jaw drops. “I’m Damon’sproblem? Not his blessing? Or gift? His problem?”

Bella hides her grin with her hand, and River simply shrugs, as if this realization has suddenly set him free.

“You could just admit that my information is useful,” I say, scowling.

He tilts his head to the side. “Okay, yes, it is. But you are still reckless and—”

“And Damon’s problem.”

Asshole.

It’s late when Damon picks me up, but I don’t mind. I bring a bag with everything I need and plan to leave a few things at his, such as a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, bodywash, and a change of clothes. It’s quiet when we get to the joint clubhouse, but I see Leif having a smoke outside.

“Hey,” I greet him with a smile. “How are you?”

“Not too bad,” he replies, eyes darting between Damon and me. “Just got in, so about to eat something and head to bed.”

“Me, too,” Damon replies, pulling me inside.

Wait, did Damon mean eat something?

Is he thinking the same thing I am?

I also wonder if Echo is into Vikings. Maybe we could set those two up.

“How was the club?” I ask Damon once we’re inside his bedroom. “I heard the Lost Lions MC showed up.”

“They did. I handled it,” he replies, and I notice his cheek is a little red and swollen, but he otherwise looks unharmed.

“Was Tatum there?”

“Nope.”

I put my bag in the corner of his room and take off my sandals. He stays silent and when I turn back around, he’s watching me like a lion stalking its prey.

“You want something?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I need to tell him about Tatum, but I might wait until he’s had his way with me. I know exactly what he wants, because I want it, too. I slowly lean back and spread my legs, showing off my panties as my linen dress rides up my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, a small smile playing on his lips. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You took a chance,” I reply, pulling my dress and bra off, and sitting there in my panties. He strips down and comes over to me, pushing me back and kissing me deeply.

I could get used to this life.

Several orgasms later, I’m lying on his chest and catching my breath. He kisses my fingers, my knuckles, and then the scars on my wrist.