Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I’m all in, sugar,” I said thickly, meeting Molly’s eyes. “You take as much time as you want to decide, but I’m good with whatever we get. Maybe we’ll stop at one more, you know? If we think that’s all we can handle.” I looked back at Rebel. “But Reb needs a brother.”
“Okay,” Molly choked out, kissing my shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”
I lifted my arm and Molly moved in to lie against my chest.
“But you’ll marry me?” I asked as Rebel got bored with the duck and tossed it behind her.
“That wasn’t a proposal,” Molly said dryly, sniffling. “A proposal comes with a ring.”
I laughed, and it made the bed move so much that Rebel startled and gripped my thigh through the blankets . . . which only made me laugh harder.
“So I gotta get you a ring, huh?” I asked, still laughing.
“A big one,” Molly confirmed.
“I can do that.”
“Maybe by the time you find the perfect one, I’ll give you an answer.”
I shook my head and opened my mouth to reply, but a knocking at my door interrupted.
“Brother,” Tommy called. “They’re back.”
Adrenaline hit me hard, and I sat straight up in bed. “Take Reb,” I told Molly, making sure she had a good hold on her before I climbed off the bed.
Shit, I was naked. My hands went straight to cover my junk as I crossed the room to where I’d dropped my jeans the night before.
“Butt!” Rebel yelled gleefully, making Molly laugh loudly.
“She doesn’t get in our bed when I’m naked,” I ordered, going to the far side of the dresser to get my pants on.
“I didn’t think you were going to go flying out of bed!” Molly argued. “She was on top of the blankets!”
“I’m serious, Molly. Not cool.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be more careful,” she promised, raising her hands in surrender. “I really didn’t think that you’d get up before we did. You didn’t come to bed until six this morning.”
“Yeah, had some calls to make,” I explained, buttoning my jeans. I didn’t even bother with boxers.
“I noticed the clubhouse filled up while I was asleep,” Molly said calmly, sitting up.
I’d noticed that she was still pretty quiet around everyone, but she hadn’t had that deer in the headlights look that she’d gotten when I’d introduced her to my family for the first time. I wasn’t sure if it was because of painkillers the doctor had prescribed, or the relief of friendly faces after the shit she’d just been through, but she’d handled meeting all the new people like a champ. She didn’t even look nervous about the crowded clubhouse.
I nodded. “Yeah, baby. Went on lockdown after you went to bed. Just a precaution.”
“Is there anything I should know?” she asked, scooting to the edge of the bed.
“Not at the moment,” I answered, throwing on a t-shirt and my cut. “But when there is, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” She tilted her head up when I walked over to the bed, and gave me a closemouthed kiss.
“Your morning breath doesn’t bother me,” I murmured against her lips.
“Yours does,” she countered, wrinkling her nose.
“Funny.” I pulled back and headed for the door, stopping as I opened it. “Lotta people to feed today if ya wanna help. Nobody’d blame ya if ya didn’t.”
“I’ll help,” she said with a nod, throwing her feet over the edge of the bed.
“Will!” Rebel yelled, catching my attention. She pursed her little lips and tilted her head back.
I felt about ten feet tall as I strode back across the room and gave her a kiss. “Be good for your mama.” My beard must have tickled her cheeks because she let out this husky belly laugh and fell backward onto the bed.
Yeah, I thought as I walked away, I’d happily have another one of her.
The sounds of the packed club hit my ears as soon as I’d left the room and I practically ran to the front of the clubhouse. There were people every fucking where. Little kids eating at the tables, old ladies cleaning shit up and making food, teenagers watching the babies. It was a madhouse.
I made eye contact with Poet right away and he tilted his head toward the chapel, making me hurry toward the little room. When I got to the door, I pushed right in, not bothering to knock. One of the seats was mine, so I no longer had to knock on that door.
“Moose,” Dragon said from the head of the table. “Nice of you to make it.”
“Had to get my girls up,” I answered, rounding the table. “Sorry about that.”
“Everything good with that?” my dad asked.
“Solid,” I replied with a small grin, making him nod in approval.
“We caught up with Kozlov in the hotel, no problem,” Dragon said, tapping his fingers on the table. “Picked him and his lackey up and used Kozlov’s car to bring ’em out to an old warehouse.”