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“So, it’s just been you and your mom since he left?” I ask.
“Yup. Dave and Gloria are like a second family, and Kane has always been like a brother, but other than them, it’s just been me and Ma. Kane and I met a few of the Savages right before graduation, and I knew right away, they were the family I needed,” his words are honest and I can’t help but picture a younger, teenage version of him.
“I guess it’s good that you found the club. I only have one sister, but it’s always nice to have someone who can relate,” I share a tiny piece of my own story.
“Yeah, having the club and my brothers to fall back on has definitely changed things for me. But I won’t lie, it was hard on my mom. She wasn’t too happy when I told her I was joining as a prospect, and then Kane and I got in a bit of trouble, which just disappointed her more. But things with the club started to change when Ryder took over as president. And Ma eventually came around once she saw all the good that the club really does around here,” his words start flowing, but he stops when my hand touches his chest.
“I can’t imagine her ever being disappointed in you,” I offer. And it’s the truth. After watching them together tonight, I can’t imagine his mom ever being upset or angry with him. It’s obvious that he’s the center of her world.
“Trust me,” he grins back. “How about your parents? I’m picturing the strict type, am I right?”
“More like nonexistent. My parents had their own priorities which unfortunately didn’t really include the two daughters they had sitting at home. I think it was more the picture-perfect family appearance that they wanted everyone else to see. They didn’t really want all the parental responsibility that came along with it. We had a couple of really nice nannies though,” I tell him.
“Shit. No wonder you haven’t been in a hurry to run back home and visit,” he says, remembering our previous conversation.
“Yeah, I left the summer after I graduated from high school and I’ve barely spoken to them since,” I share, feeling the weight of my words. It’s been four years since I left home, and I’ve only spoken to my parents about a half dozen times.
“What about your sister? Have you kept in touch?” he asks and my heart tightens in my chest.
“I tried, but she’s younger and she didn’t rebel against them like I did,” I say. His eyebrows raise and his eyes light up bringing a smile to my lips. “What?” I ask with a small giggle.
“I’m just trying to picture you as the rebel of the family,” he flashes a broad smile and I feel a pulse vibrate deep within my core.
“Oh, you have no idea. I ran off with my boyfriend. In my parent’s eyes, I was definitely the trouble maker in the house,” I laugh, but his eyes turn black and his jaw clenches.
“Boyfriend?” he questions gruffly.
“Don’t worry. He’s a distant memory, and he turned out to be a complete loser anyway,” I tell him and his thick arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest.
“He’s definitely a loser if he let you go. Sounds like a fucking moron to me,” he chuckles.
“Pretty much. It’s just too bad I didn’t realize it sooner,” I say, thinking back to the last time I saw my ex. I had come home from work to find him wrapped up in our sheets with the neighbor. I grabbed my stuff as fast as I could and didn’t look back. And while it definitely stung at the time, I couldn’t be more thankful for that moment, because it ultimately brought me straight to this amazing man.
“I guess it’s my good luck, huh?” he questions against my hair.
“Or mine,” I echo lifting up slightly so I can get a better look at him. “Thank you for tonight, for bringing me to meet your mom,” I acknowledge, realizing that we’ve taken a pretty big step forward tonight.
“Thank you for going,” his deep voice wraps around me as I lean in closer, bringing my lips to connect with his.
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I slip out from the under the blankets and reach for a pair of balled up sweats resting on the floor. I pull them on quickly, leaving Fifty sleeping soundly in my bed. Last night was beyond anything I could have asked for. I still can’t believe he took me to meet his mom, it feels like a dream.
After spending a couple minutes in the bathroom, I decide to take a look in the kitchen. I have the sudden urge to feed my man. I’d really love to make him pancakes, but I’m hardly home, and I eat most of my meals at the diner, so I’m not sure what I have. I’ve been to the small market around the corner a couple times, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I went to the grocery store.
I reach for one of the cabinets, trying to be as quiet as possible as I start my search. The only thing even resembling breakfast food is a box of Frosted Flakes, but I don’t even remember when I bought it. I take a glance in the fridge, finding more disappointment. I guess I won’t be cooking this morning.
“Well, good mornin’,” Fifty’s deep and still sleepy voice pulls straight at my center.
I close the fridge door, turning just in time to see him climb from the bed and pull his boxer briefs up over his bare ass. He turns and my eyes continue up over his chest before meeting his dark gaze and the broad grin curling on his lips. He’s definitely caught me looking, but I don’t care. I chew lightly on my bottom lip, fully enjoying the show he’s providing.
“What’s going on in here?” he questions as his arms move around me, caging me in against the counter.
“I wanted to make you pancakes, but all I have is a stale box of cereal,” my words fall out weakly as my skin warms under his steady gaze.
His nose drops to my neck and he inhales deeply. A soft sigh passes my lips and a heavy pulse throbs between my thighs. On second thought, breakfast is going to have to have to wait.
“You know I love me some pancakes, but you smell just as sweet,” he says, dropping his lips to my shoulder and kissing a soft trail up my neck. “Taste as sweet too,” he whispers as he meets my ear, and I’m weak with anticipation.