I’m in need of one or two things right now, either someone to fight with or to fuck. Both would be great, but I’m willing to take one or the other.
As everyone stands to leave, I stay in my seat and glance over at Tracker. “No disrespect, Prez, but I’ve gotta say my piece,” he mutters.
“What’s that?” I ask, leaning back in my seat.
“Rachel’s my cousin. I might have screwed up where she’s concerned by not keeping an eye on her while she was away. But I figured she’d be safe away from her mom. What I’m trying to say is I know you, Prez, and I won’t let you hurt her,” he says.
“You think I’d hurt a woman?” I demand.
“Not physically, but emotionally, you could break her. See, I know something you don’t, and Rachel can deny it all she wants, but before she left for college, she had a major crush on you,” he admits.
I can’t help but stare at him. “She was no more than a kid back then,” I say.
“Maybe so but doesn’t stop the fact she did,” he states before getting up. “All I’m saying is don’t crush her the way you’ve been. I know you think all women are conniving bitches and stab you in the back. But none of them are Rachel.” With that, he walks out of the room.
Running a hand through my hair, I release an exasperating breath as I think of Tracker’s words. Letting them play on repeat in my head, my thoughts turn darker by the second. I’ve never in my life hurt a woman physically. Emotionally, who the hell knows. Women are strange when it comes to that shit. One minute, they’ll say one thing, and then the next, they’re doing something completely opposite of what they said.
Marie said she wanted to keep our baby when we found out she was pregnant, yet the insufferable woman changed her mind later on and decided she didn’t want to be strapped down with a kid.
Then there was the shit Boss pulled, wanting an alliance with us. But then she went behind my back to find out information— information I would have helped her get had she been honest with me. I know we didn’t really get along, but allies are supposed to work together, not stab the other in the back.
I shake my head, not wanting to think of either of those women right now. I need to figure out what I’m goin’ to do with the one that’s in my bed right now. A woman who used to have a crush on me when she was nothing more than a kid according to my VP.
Shit, Rachel is younger than my son. How fucked up am I to claim her? Even if I claimed her as my property. She’s half my age.
I can’t keep sitting here debating this with myself. Not when I have other things to do. Like getting my dick wet. Getting out of my chair, I walk out of church and into the main room. Glancing around the room, I search to figure out which of the clubwhores will be it for what I want right now, but none of them look appealing to me.
Hell, my dick doesn’t even twitch at the sight of Cherry Pie’s pussy being on display as Peaches sucks her tits.
What the fuck is goin’ on with me?
Chapter Six
Rachel
“If you think I’m gonna stay in this room with you, you can shove that thought right up your ass,” I snap the moment Stoney walks into his bedroom. Ever since he and everyone else left the room earlier, leaving me alone with my children, I’ve been fuming. Who did he think he was claiming me as property like I’m some sort of a toy on the playground he could take as his own.
Yeah, nope, not happening. My own mom tried that thinking I was something she could merely trade away. I won’t be used that way by anyone. Nor will I allow my emotions to cloud my judgment. Not again. Doesn’t matter if it’s Stoney or Chris Hemsworth— I will not be treated like a possession.
“What did I tell you about that smartass mouth of yours?” he growls, narrowing his eyes on me.
“You’re not going to do a damn thing to me,” I mutter, holding his gaze.
Stoney breaks the staring contest we were having first. Following his line of sight, I realize he was staring at the two babies lying in front of me, who are now sleeping. When he’d opened his bedroom door, I’d just finished feeding both Luca and Corinne. “How old are they?” he asks.
“They’re ten weeks old,” I say, smiling down at my sleeping babies.
He nods his head while slowly trailing his gaze back up to meet my own. I open my mouth to continue my argument with him when he turns away from me and goes to his closet. Opening the door, I gape at him as he pulls out two playpens and sets them up. “Horse brings his kids up here, and I normally keep them in my room to give him and Kenny a break,” Stoney says as he finishes putting the second one together.
Furrowing my brows, I try to remember who Kenny is. “Is she from around here?” I ask.
Lifting a brow in my direction, he doesn’t answer me right away. Something seems to flicker behind his eyes before he smiles and finally opens his mouth. “Yeah, she’s Twister’s sister.”
Twister’s sister? I didn’t even know he had one. Well, then again, I barely came around the club to begin with.
“That’s cool,” I say.
“Guess so.” Shrugging, he walks over to the bed and lifts Corinne into his arms, and without waking her up, he gently places her into one of the playpens. He then repeats this with Luca. The look on his face is what I’d say a loving father would have when looking at his children.
Whoa, hold up, not a thought I need to be having. Especially when it comes to his arrogant ass.
Once Stoney is satisfied the twins aren’t going to wake up, he turns his attention back to me. Walking over to the bed, he climbs up and pushes me to my back as he moves to hover over me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-yell, placing my hands against his firm chest. My heart’s pounding against my chest as I stare up at him.
“I’m about to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me. Starting with putting that smartass mouth to better use,” he proclaims before slamming his mouth on mine.
Oh my God, Stoney is kissing me. How many times have I dreamed of this very moment? Where Stoney would take me in his arms and devour my mouth.
Stoney cups the back of my head with his hands as he braces himself on his forearms. I open my mouth, granting him entrance when he swipes his tongue across my lips. I don’t know how long the kiss goes on for, but I don’t want it to end. It’s amazing the way my body seems to gravitate to him aching to have him run his hands all over me.
“You’re mine, Rachel. You got me? I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but I don’t want anyone else,” he murmurs quietly against my lips.
His words are like a bucket of ice water being thrown in my face. Balling my hands into fists while gripping his shirt, I narrow my eyes on him. “Get off me. I’m not yours,” I snap.
“The fuck you’re not. Doll, the way you reacted to a simple kiss says it all. Tracker was right, you did have a crush on me before you left for college, didn’t you?” he smirks down at me. The insufferable man doesn’t even budge when I try to push against his chest. Then his words click in my head.
Tracker knew I had a crush on Stoney and told him? But why would he do that? It was a childhood crush, one that diminished the day I saw him take a clubwhore.