Page 3 of Carver's Obsession

Striker laughed. “You’ll eat many different things. The girls are always coming up with new recipes. Everyone has liked them so far.”

His boss turned toward the building and whistled loudly before yelling for Kris.

Feral chuckled. “You’re just trying to piss her off.”

Both men grinned, and then the back door of the building opened, and Kristina walked out scowling.

Carver watched the woman walk to Striker. “Why must you continue to whistle for me like a dog?”

Everything that had happened in the last hour felt like theTwilight Zone. Carver watched the two bikers. He would have bet everything he had that Striker would have never settled down with one woman and let her disrespect him like that. He could tell Striker was enjoying himself.

Striker kissed the woman’s hand before she walked away. She wasn’t gone a minute before she walked back over to them, handed him another plate, and took the empty one from him. Striker shook his head when Carver opened his mouth.

“Thank you.”

Kristina smiled. “You’re welcome.”

The woman was very pretty. He could see what Striker saw in her. He was anxious to see the other normal women in the house.

He looked down at the plate and groaned. There was a brownie with a small scoop of ice cream on top.

“You’ll like this,” Feral said.

He would have said he was too full, but looking at this dessert, there was no way he’d turn it down. The first few bites melted in his mouth, and he finished it with only four huge bites.

“Damn, that was good.”

Striker nodded. “The girls always make sure there’s something sweet to eat. They all love baking.”

“Everyone except Willow,” Feral said and laughed.

Striker snorted. “Yes. She’s a wild card and perfect for Blood.”

“I would have bet no woman would want to or have the guts to get near the guy,” Carver said.

The other two chuckled.

“We didn’t either.”

“Why don’t you finish your beer, and then I’ll show you your room?” Striker said.

He thanked the women again as they walked through the kitchen. He grabbed his bag and followed Striker up the stairs.

The hallways seemed to go on and on. They turned a few times before Striker stopped at the door.

“Who am I bunking with?”

Striker opened the door to show him the one large bed. “This is just your room.”

What the fuck? “I hope I’m not taking it from anyone.”

Striker walked over to the window and looked out. “During construction, we made a room for you. We hoped you’d eventually come back home.”

Carver nodded and looked away. Since he drove onto the compound, so many emotions attacked him, making it hard to think. It just got worse the more time that went on.

Carver looked in the two other small rooms off the bedroom. One was a huge closet, and the other a bathroom. The thing was roomier than any other he’d ever been in. It was clean and smelled fresh.

“Jesus…” Carver turned to Striker to see him smile.