“Um,” she murmurs a blush tinting her cheeks as she diverts her gaze from my massive cock and the silver it’s sporting.
“Here, babe, let’s get you dressed, then I’ll worry about putting him away.” I chuckle holding the shirt out and sliding it over her head then help her put her arms through the arm holes. “Ma raison d'être, stand up for me.”
Apprehensively Angelina does as I tell her, and I slide the panties the rest of the way up her legs until they’re in place hiding the gem that is her pussy. Fuck, I used to love eating her out and the fact she’s now bare, I wanted nothing more than to slip my tongue between her pussy lips and devour her.
Unfortunately, she’s hurting right now and before any shit happens her and I need to have a long talk. A very long talk were we clear the air. Once we finish this conversation, I’ll be sure to be diving in between those legs.
Standing up, I grab the towel as I go and dry my already drying skin. Soon as I finish, I toss the towel in the corner with the rest of my laundry and grab a pair of jeans out of my dresser. Pulling them up over my erected cock is not something I wanted to do, but a necessary thing at the time. I needed to get Angelina something to eat and bring Carson in here to see his mom.
Snatching another shirt from the drawer I pulled the t-shirt for her out of, I put it on quickly. I grab a pair of socks for the both of us, if I don’t remember anything else, I remember Angelina always having cold as fuck feet.
I pull mine on along with my boots before lifting her legs up and over mine. “What are you doing?” she demands.
“I’m putting socks on your feet.”
“Do you have a pair of sweatpants or anything I can wear over my legs?” she asks.
“Let me see what Lyrica packed for you. She went to your place to grab stuff for the both of you. Carson made sure to give her a list of his demands as she was leaving the clubhouse,” I chuckle.
“I’ll take a gander he wanted his skateboard, helmet, bookbag, and his MP3 player,” she states.
“I’m pretty sure that was some of it,” I shrug. Moving her feet from my lap, I move her bag to take a look inside. Nothing really seemed to look loose enough but I pull out a pair of leggings. “These work?”
“Yeah,” she nods. Stepping back over to her, I help her put them on.
“You should probably get back in the bed and rest. I’ll go get you something to eat,” I offer not wanting her to think she has to come with me. I honestly don’t want to let her out of my sight especially when she needs to eat. With her being as thin as she is, I need my eyes on her.
“I’d like to come with you,” she murmurs quietly casting her gaze to the floor, hands intertwined in front of her.
Hiding my grin, I nod. “Yeah, ma raison d'être, let’s go get you something to eat and check on Carson. I’m sure Marcus and Micah have roped him into doing something with them.” And while she eats, I’ll speak with Chains and Tyres about what I’d found out.
Nodding Angelina goes to stand but I stop her by lifting her into my arms. With her being hurt as badly as she is, I’m not about to have her walk all the way to the main room or the kitchen for that matter. No, I’ll carry her, and she’ll just have to get the hell over it.
I was denied this for twelve years for once, since that day I barely got out of the flames, my heart actually beats.
Chapter Ten
Angelina
Confused by all things Peirce, I don’t say anything as he carries me into the main room. Instead, I rested my head against his chest, my one hand that is on the outside not pressed against his body, I grip his shirt, holding on tight to him.
I could wrap my arms around his neck but to lift my arms that high would hurt due to my ribs.
Approaching the main room of the club, I glance around as I take in the sight of the men standing around the room. A few women were standing near their men, I knew this since I delivered two of those women’s kids.
Upon Peirce’s entrance, conversations stop as people turn to look at the two of us.
“Dr. Corbin,” Tiny says with a smile, stepping forward with Chains holding her tight to his side. “You should still be in bed.”
“Corbin?” Peirce glances down at me with his brows furrowed.
“I legally changed my name and couldn’t think of any other last name that fit,” I murmur, meeting his gaze.
“Yea, ma raison d’être, it fits you, always did,” he states and returns to the matter at hand. “I brought her out here with me so I can make sure she eats. Soon as she’s done, she’ll be back in bed.”
“Glad you brought her out here.” My heart clenches at the sight of Ela walking our way with a bowl of something in hand and Carson at her side. “My grandson and I have been bonding in the kitchen while we made you your favorite.”
“Ela.” Tears burn my eyes as I keep them from falling. I’m not about to cry in front of all these people.
“Hey Mom,” Carson says making his way to where Peirce was still holding me in his arms. “Is Dad going to just hold you like that all day or are you going to sit and eat with me?”
And there you have it like father like son. All demanding he-man.
“I don’t know, it’s up to big guy here if he’s going to put me down or not. I told him I could walk,” I
