He tightened his hands into fists and breathed in deeply. Yeah, he was so damn gone for this girl. But Cadeon didn’t want to even think about how fast everything was moving, because honestly it felt right on every level. There weren’t a lot of things in life that happened like that, but this was definitely one of them.
She shifted beside him and pressed her naked body more firmly against his. His cock sprang to attention even though they just had sex less than an hour before. It was like he was insatiable for Stella, like all she had to do to get him rock-hard was look at him.
The sound of a couple Harleys nearing had him sitting up in bed. The jarring motion had Stella groaning beside him. He looked over at her and watched as she roused.
“What’s wrong?” She pushed herself up in bed, and the sheet fell away, exposing her big, round breasts. Shit, right now was not the time for this, especially when the Harleys he heard were most likely coming to her house.
“Baby, you expecting anyone?” He was already out of the bed and grabbing his clothes.
She rubbed her eyes, still clearly foggy from sleep, but when the bikes came closer, her eyes widened. “Is that…?”
He nodded, but she was already out of bed and getting her clothes on. “Shit, what time is it?”
He looked at his watch. “Nearly nine.”
She rushed around the room, and when she was dressed, she ran over to her cell and looked at it. “Shit, phone is dead. My dad probably called me, and knowing him, since I didn’t answer, he is stopping by on his way home to check up on me.”
Stella was an adult, but Cadeon knew how protective Scars was of her. Cadeon supposed if he had lost his wife in the traumatic way Scars had, he would be just as protective. But as sad as the situation was, men in any kind of MC knew the kind of life they immersed themselves in.
“Stella.”
She stopped and looked at him, and they stared at each other for several seconds. “I’m sorry. It’s just I certainly don’t want my dad to come in here and know I just had sex with a guy,” she said.
He could relate, because he certainly didn’t want the confrontation that was surely about to transpire. When they spoke to Scars, he wanted it to be when he hadn’t just slept with the man’s daughter.
“I have every intention of telling him about us, because I want him to know I’m happy.” She smiled, and a small amount of tension left her, but those bikes were now pulling into her driveway, and she sighed heavily. “God, of course things couldn’t just go the way I saw them.” She smoothed her hands down her shirt and looked down her body. “Does it look like I just got fucked really good?” She lifted her head and grinned at him.
Cadeon couldn’t help it. He chuckled and walked up to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, still mindful of her healing tattoo. “It does, but it looks really damn good on you.”
Now it was her turn to chuckle. She pulled back and tilted her head back. “Well, I hope you’re ready to tell my dad about this, because looks like it’s about to happen sooner rather than later.”
He cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. “Stella, I think I can handle a protective father.”
She lifted a brow. “What about a lot of overprotective bikers too?”
Before he could answer, the sound of a few deep, loud voices could be heard even in her bedroom, and then there were two hard knocks on the front door.
“God, I feel like a teenager all over again, trying not to get in trouble with my dad.”
He smiled again. “Baby, if my dad was the president of the Vicious Bastards, I would be freaking out too.” He kissed her once more for good measure and swatted her on the ass.
She grinned and turned to answer the door, and Cadeon followed her but closed the bedroom door. He wasn’t afraid to let Scars know he cared for Stella, was going to lay it all out for him too, but that didn’t mean if he or one of the other members walked past her room that they needed to see the “just screwed in” appearance of it.
“Stella? You in there, baby girl?” There was the sound of Scars talking softly to someone else, and then Booshie’s voice came through.
“Scars, man, ain’t that Cadeon’s bike?” Booshie asked. There was a moment of silence, and then Scars was banging on the door again.
Stella gripped the handle and opened it. Cadeon leaned against the wall in the hallway. Even though he knew he appeared calm, he was ready, because shit was probably about to get crazy.
12
As soon as Stella opened the front door, she knew her dad and Booshie saw Cadeon behind her. Her dad looked over at her, and there was this hard look that covered his face.
“What’s going on?” He stepped inside, and she had to move back so he and Booshie could walk into the foyer.
She closed the door and glanced at Cadeon. He appeared nonplussed, but she knew he was prepared for whatever was about to happen. She was an adult, yes, but her father acted first and thought later. He didn’t care about repercussions or if he was making a mistake until after he started the shit and it was all said and done.
She saw the way her dad flexed his hands, and she glanced at Booshie. Even through his thick beard and the black bandanna he
