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When we pulled up at the clubhouse, we had some club girls hanging around outside and I noticed that they had added some new talent.
It was also time to spread the word if anyone tried to touch me or flirt with me, they would be on the chopping block to leave if they fucked up again.
Because my entire body, heart, and soul were owned by one person, and one person only.
Not seeing her yet, I headed into the big, opened bay door, the clubhouse was like a big warehouse. We had thirteen rooms all with bathrooms for the members and we had three rooms for the girls to share.
There was a common area, a billiards area, a dance floor with a stripper pole, a kitchen, and the area we called Church that was off-limits to everyone that wasn’t a brother.
Normally, I would have gone straight to Raine, but I needed to get the words into my head so I could explain everything to her.
I knew she had to be hurt.
The fact that I never replied to her.
That was something I never did.
Hell, even the members of my team knew that when she messaged me, I would stop what I was doing to message her back if I could.
And they knew when I was talking to her. There was no hiding the smile that lit my face.
Bypassing the kitchen, well, unable to bypass it fully, I peeked into it and saw her smiling face that sent shockwaves through my soul. She was talking to Lena.
Seeing that she was okay, I headed up to my room and had to smile at the decorations that covered my door.
Black balloons were taped to it.
A welcome home sign on fucking pink poster board.
I knew who did that. It was the same person that always did that. It didn’t matter how mad or upset with me she was, she was still there for me.
Taking out my key, I unlocked the door, then walked into my room, sat down on my bed, and then took off my boots.
In that position as I unlaced the last boot, I recalled her latest message.
I hope you're okay. But if not, I’ll keep my promise. Make sure your soul returns to me, and I’ll wrap it in bubble wrap, and duct tape and protect it always. But you better freaking be okay. I mean it, Carter. You better be okay.
Placing my head in my hands, I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the image of her possibly in tears from writing that. Grief riding her hard. Her features tight and cheeks flushed with tears.
It was almost more than I could bear.
Shaking my head, I started to undress on my way to the shower, running ideas through my head to apologize to her. Beg her forgiveness. And show her just how much she mattered to me.
So, fucking much that I knew if she asked me to retire from the Navy, I would do it in a heartbeat.
And furthermore, if she wanted to take a break from the club, move somewhere else, and experience a normal civilian life, then I would hang up my kutte and follow her to wherever her heart desires.
I was in the shower, my head resting on my forearm against the dark tiled walls.
My hand was on my dick.
Images of Raine in her bikini from last year that I hadn’t dared notice anything below her chin, but now, now I imagined what her body looked like.
Her curves.
Were her nipples small and pert or were they large and rose-colored?
Would they pebble with the merest touch of my lips, my tongue, and my hands?
