“That was actually pretty good. If I didn’t know better, I might start looking around for Lincoln.” She laughs and I join her, nodding.
“It better be. I’ve been practicing my Lincoln impression since I was old enough to speak.”
“Rowan, are those vegetables ready?” Ali calls and I nod, grabbing my cutting board and holding it up. Tate and I are apparently “useless” in the kitchen so we were both assigned chopping duties which hasn’t been all that bad considering the craziness on the other side of the kitchen. “Throw them all in that bowl there and then y’all can go relax until dinner.”
I carry my cutting board over to the bowl she pointed out, scraping them all inside before I turn back to her. “Are you sure you don’t need help with anything else?”
“Um… maybe if you get the tables put together and set. I think this will all be ready in about fifteen to twenty minutes.”
Tate nods and loops her arm through mine. “We’re on it.”
We walk out of the kitchen and stop when we see the tables all laid out in one long line with plates and silverware already set up. Blaze looks up from the bar and follows our gaze before nodding. “Figured if y’all were doing the cooking, the least we could do is set up and clean up.”
“Aw, Blaze,” Tate coos, smacking his arm. “You shouldn’t have.”
He laughs. “I didn’t. I made the boys do it.”
“Well, in that case, you definitely should have,” I tell him and he laughs again before nodding toward the stairs, where all the guys are presumably holed up in their rooms.
“Y’all go relax until dinner and I’ll deal with anything else that needs to be taken care of.”
As Tate and I nod and start walking toward the stairs, I lean in and whisper, “You think he’s on to our plan?”
“No,” she whispers back before glancing over her shoulder again. Blaze smiles at us and there is something about the look in his eyes that makes me think he knows exactly what is going on. But, let’s just hope that he doesn’t ruin it by saying anything to the rest of the guys. I don’t think he will, though. He’s been trying to keep this club together just as much as anyone else and he knows that besides our little plot, this dinner will be good for everyone. Tate and I walk up the stairs before she releases my arm. “I’m gonna go hunt down my husband.”
I nod. “Yeah, have fun with that.”
“I will,” she answers with a grin before her expression turns serious and she points a finger at me. “You let me know if that fucker calls you again.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smiles before ducking into the room she shares with my brother and when the door closes, I look down the hallway, wondering where I should go even as my feet start carrying me forward toward Travis’s door. I don’t know if he wants to see me since he’s been locked away up here for so long but the truth is, I miss him. Sucking in a breath, I stop in front of his door and knock.
“What?” he snarls from the other side and I arch a brow as my lips part in a silent gasp. Opening the door, I step inside and cross my arms over my chest.
“Wow. Rude, much?”
“Row,” he breathes as he glances up at me and sighs, his body deflating in his office chair before he holds his hand out to me. “Come here.”
I narrow my eyes and shake my head. “After you just snapped at me like that? I don’t think so.”
“I didn’t know it was you…”
“And?” I ask, closing the door behind me before leaning back against it. His gaze drags down my body and I’ve never felt sexier in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He licks his lips and it takes every ounce of my strength to stay where I am.
“So you’re not going to come over here?” he asks, his tone a mixture of playfulness and seriousness as he turns his chair to face me. My belly does a little flip and I shake my head.
“Nope.”
“You’ve seen what I’m willing to do to get what I want in public so are you really going to push me when we’re all alone?”
I shrug, trying like hell to look unaffected but my entire body is humming. “Maybe I want to see what you’ll do. Did you ever think of that?”
His eyes flare in response and a shiver twists down my spine as my heart hammers in my chest. Every fiber of my being is strung tight, on a hair trigger, as I wait for him to make his move.
Fuck.
I missed this.
Our eyes meet from across the room and he grins just before he lunges out of his chair, straight for me. I squeal and try to get away but he’s on me in the blink of an eye, caging me in against the door as he presses his body up against mine. I look up at him and move up onto my toes as he swoops down, slamming his lips to mine in a scorching kiss. The feel of him against me, the feel of his kiss… it all makes me want to melt on the spot and every cell in my body is singing with relief as I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair. He groans, wrapping an arm around my waist as he presses me up against the door and grinds his hips into mine.
“Do we have time before dinner?” he asks, dragging his lips down the side of my neck and I shake my head. Honestly, I have no fucking clue how much time before dinner is ready but I don’t really care. I’ll happily skip it. Giving his hair a little tug, I reach down between us and grab his jean covered cock.
“Screw dinner.”
He groans, pulling us away from the door. His lips find mine again as he guides us over to the bed and falls back onto it, dragging me on top of him. I straddle his hips and he cups the back of my head as he nips at my bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he grabs a handful of my ass and thrusts up off the bed. “I want you so fucking bad but we can’t skip dinner.”
I pull back. “Why not?”
“Because then your brother would come looking for you and find us like this… and because I want to show you something.”
“What?” I ask as he sits up and wraps his arms around me with a grin. Before I can ask him anything else, he stands up with me in his arms and I let out a shriek as I cling to him. He just laughs. The sound is incredibly infectious and I find myself smiling despite the fact that I’m certain he is going to drop me on my ass. With his arms securely wrapped around me, he carries me over to the desk and sits in his office chair with me still straddling his hips as he scoops a stack of photos off of the desk and hands them to me.
“What are these?” I ask, staring down at the first image. It’s in front of this cute little house that I don’t recognize. Storm, Ali, and a big brown dog are sitting on the sidewalk in front of some house and I turn to Travis with a scowl. He sighs.
“Warren… the name Tawny gave us when we went to visit her?”
I nod. “Yeah…”
“He owns a cabin way out in the woods and Storm and Fuzz went to check it out two days ago. They found all those photos inside and they insinuate that Warren has been watching us for two years now.”
Glancing down at the photo again, I shake my head, confused. “Okay… And? I mean, you already knew he was watching you, right?”
“Yeah,” he answers with a sigh. “But this combined with the things Veronica, the girl who was kidnapped, said in her interview makes us think that he had a hand in way more things than we realized, like the shit that went down when Storm met Ali.”