My cock hardens as I imagine what it would be like to rip them to pieces and slide my hand between her legs, feeling the heat, feeling the wetness. Oh, fuck…
I want her.
Not just for a night. Not just for a quick screw. Forever.
I want her to be my Old Lady. I want her to be the one.
“So, we’ll wait until your friends from California deliver the guns,” Troy says, jerking me out of my daze. “And then we’ll make those pussy Outlaws regret ever stepping foot into Seneca.”
Troy and Gage get up, signaling that the meeting is over.
I dart out of my seat and head straight for my girl.
She’s trying to hold back a smile as I kneel beside her. The sight of her lips all puckered up like that sends an ache shooting through my throbbing cock.
“Are you here to help me clean or are you here to sexually harass me again?” she asks with a grin.
“I’m here for you, princess. Whatever you want.”
“And if I want you to leave?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Not going to happen,” I answer as I inch a little closer to her. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“So, you’re my stalker now?”
“Stalker. Protector. Admirer. Lover. Take your pick.”
She laughs and shakes her head as she picks up a broken record. I gently grab her wrist and turn her hand so I can see the label on it.
“CCR,” I say with a shake of my head. “That’s a shame. A true casualty of war.”
She pulls her hand away from me and tosses the broken record into the garbage. “I know it’s stupid, but I loved this old thing. You don’t see enough jukeboxes these days as far as I’m concerned.”
“They’re all good until you get some asshole playing Justin Bieber all night.”
Stella laughs and the sweet sound seizes my core and clenches it.
I can’t stop looking at this girl. She’s perfect in every way.
I can feel the obsession already growing. I want to know everything about her.
Why is she working in a place like this? She’s too innocent to be here, surrounded by rough men like these guys. I just want to pick her up and take her away. Keep her locked up somewhere safe. Somewhere only I can get to her.
It’s making me all jittery with an itchy feeling to know that any of these guys can just lay their eyes on her whenever they want. I don’t want them looking at my sweet innocent little princess. She’s mine alone to look at.
“So, does Nixie live with you and Beckham?” she asks as I start helping her clean up.
“Yeah. We moved into my sister’s old house after she died and we’ve been raising the girl ever since.”
“It must be hard,” she says with a look of sympathy.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “She’s an amazing kid. Smarter than me and Beckham put together.”
“I can see that.”
“I was kidding,” I say with a look and she laughs. “But it’s still been hard for her. Her mother was an amazing woman and I just wish she had a feminine role model to look up to. The girls that hang around the club aren’t usually the best influence.”
“Yeah,” she says with a sigh. “I can see that.”
I want to tell Stella that she’s different. That she’s not like that at all. That I would be honored for Nixie to look up to a girl like her, but I just keep my mouth shut instead. I’m worried I’m going to scare this little beauty off with the intensity of my feelings.
I’ve always been the passionate one of us Hader boys. My high emotions have gotten me in trouble before. Reckless, my mother used to call me. Impulsive. A hot-head.
I don’t know about all that. All I know is when I see something I like, I go for it with everything I have, and right now, I’m liking Stella. Very much.
“Sometimes I think it would be best for the three of us to get a change of scenery,” I tell her. “To start over somewhere new.”
Her eyes dart up to mine and she’s looking at me with interest. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Can you think of a good place?”
She drops her eyes and smiles as she picks up another broken record.
That fucking smile… It takes everything I have not to grab her chin and pull those sexy lips to mine. It’s all I can think about.
“I think you would like Canada,” she says, teasing me. “You should go live with the Inuits.”
“I’ll live in an igloo if you come with me,” I tell her and I mean it. “I’d trade in my motorcycle for a dog sled if it meant having your arms wrapped around me.”
“It would beat this summer heat,” she says as she wipes the sweat off her face.
My heart stops when I see the darkness surrounding her right eye. It was covered in make-up, but she just smudged it off.
I grab her chin, maybe a little too hard because she whimpers, and turn her face.
“What is that?” I ask as I lick my thumb and wipe the foundation covering her black eye. “Who did this to you?”
The rage builds inside as I wait for her answer. My pulse is pounding in my ears. My throat is dry. Adrenaline is surging through my veins, making me all edgy and twitchy. I need to find the man who did this to her like I need to breathe.
He hurt my princess. He hurt what’s mine.
It snaps inside me. That possessive feeling. That need to own this girl and make her my Old Lady.
I’m coming off like a dominant alpha gorilla, but I don’t care. She’s going to get to know my primal side really well in the upcoming years. I’m feeling practically feral when it comes to protecting this girl.
Stella drops her eyes, embarrassed, ashamed.
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