“This is a nice house. Bigger than I thought you would live in,” Krista says.
I can’t help but grin at her. “Thought I’d live in some single bedroom apartment that was a complete bachelor pad with pizza boxes and bottles of beer laying around?”
She gives me a sheepish smile. “Well … ya… I didn’t think you would have a house that has four bedrooms and a gorgeous kitchen that I’m sure Sophie is completely jealous of.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“No, I bought this when I moved here. I had just started prospecting for the club, but I had my inheritance from when my parents passed away and thought that one day I’d fill it with a family of my own,” I say and look away. I can’t believe that I revealed so much.
I hear a sniffle and look at Krista who is wiping her eyes. “I didn’t know your parents died.”
I look at her with soft eyes. “It was a long time ago,” I reply.
“Well, hopefully one day you can tell me about them,” she says looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I nod my head. I already know that I’m going to tell this woman anything she wants to know.
This woman is it for me.
I can feel it.
Bullet
I see Pyro in a different light.
I can’t say that I had bought a house thinking of filling it with kids.
He must have had an extremely different relationship with his parents than I did with mine.
Krista takes it upon herself to cook. I don’t know shit about cooking, and she insisted that she wanted to do it herself anyways.
I’m sitting in Pyro’s living room with him watching some action movie. I honestly can’t concentrate on it.
“I need to talk to you about the thing you have got for Krista,” Pyro says bluntly.
I can’t help but freeze. I look at him, and he’s staring at me with a serious look on his face.
“What about it?” I growl out. There is no point in denying it. He can fucking see how much I want her. Hell, I check her out every time I get the chance. She’s gorgeous and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
Shit, Prez can see it, and apparently every single one of Krista’s friends can too because they all came and talked to me.
He clears his throat a couple times. “How long have you wanted her?”
“Since the first day I set eyes on her.” He thinks about that for a moment and I see him working out something in his head.
“And why didn’t you do anything about it? Why not make her your woman?” he asks.
I can’t help but shift in my seat. “Krista is a club princess. There is no hooking up, casual sex, one and done, “let’s date” with her. You are either all in or you’re out. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be all in until I fucking woke up to panicked voices telling me that she was gone. Not one fucking goodbye but a letter to her dad,” I say feeling angrier just thinking about that day.
He nods his head slowly. “Yeah, she sure packs quite a punch,” he murmurs.
“Why do you want to know? You’re asking for a fucking reason,” I can’t help but bite out.
“I do. I see the way you two look at each other. I’m not blind or a fool. I went after her with the very intention of claiming her. I get what it’s like feeling like you can’t fucking breathe without her,” he says.
“And the point is?” I ask, rushing this crazy talk along.
“If she’s open to it, I’m willing to talk about extending this relationship to you,” he says, shocking me.
I stare at him with an open mouth.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I narrow my eyes at him. He can’t be suggesting what I think he is, can he?
“You know what I’m talking about. There is no other person that I would consider talking to about sharing my woman. But I see the way you two look at each other. It’s the same way her and I look at each other. I’m not jealous when I see you with her and I think that’s saying something. Shit, maybe together we can be the men that woman deserves,” he says and, before I can comment, Krista comes into the room yelling.
“Supper’s ready, guys!”
We both jump as we were both so lost in our conversation that we didn’t hear her come in. Fuck, I almost forgot that she was in the other room.
Now that I’m headed to the kitchen, I can smell something fucking amazing.
“Fuck, I don’t know what you cooked, babe, but it fucking smells delicious,” Pyro says kissing her on the cheek. I fucking love the way she blushes. She looks at me and her cheeks turn even more red.
I stop at the table seeing a feast of food before me. I can’t help my mouth from falling open.
“Holy shit. How much did you think we could eat?” I ask with wide eyes.
She shrugs. “Well I wasn’t sure what you guys liked. Then, I wasn’t completely sure if you guys had any allergies that you never told me about, so I just started to cook and now we have a buffet. At least we can save the leftovers for the next couple days. “
We all sit down. I don’t know where to start but, fuck, if it tastes as good as it smells then this will be the best meal I have had in a long time.
“No allergies, babe,” I say with a wink.
Pyro nods his
