Page 33 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
Her gauzed-up hand cupped my cheek and I resisted the urge to nuzzle against it. Her eyes danced between mine as her body stepped closer, and my arms instinctively wrapped around her. Molly was an enigma I couldn’t figure out. She was the first woman I had ever wanted to stay around after dicking her down, and the idea that I had actually spent the evening at her place showed me exactly how far down the rabbit hole I had plunged.
And I found myself not caring one fucking bit.
Molly’s voice fell to a breathless whisper. “Cole?”
I grinned. “Yes?”
Her face moved closer to mine. “Kiss me.”
And I sure as hell didn’t have to be told twice.
The moment our lips connected, it was as if time itself stopped in its tracks. I cloaked her back with my arms, pulling her closely against me as our tongues collided and started dancing. I slid mine across the roof of her mouth, feeling her tremble as she stood on her tiptoes. She pressed her lips even steadier against mine, causing our teeth to clatter once more as the idea of a shared meal was completely forgotten about.
But my phone beeping in the other room cut our moment short.
“I need to go get that,” I said with a sigh.
Molly giggled. “That’s okay. I’ll get our breakfast on plates.”
I looked at her sternly. “You be careful, all right?”
She nodded. “God as my witness, handsome. Go check your phone.”
I swatted her ass playfully, listening to her squeal before she got to work in the kitchen. And the sound shot through me an endless electrical pulse that made its way straight to my heart. I wasn’t sure what kind of spell Molly had cast over me yesterday, but I never wanted it to end. I never wanted our little pleasure bubble to burst.
But when I saw I had a text from Tanner, it did.
Tanner: Brooks is calling church. You gotta get here yesterday.
I texted him back quickly as reality came crashing in sooner than I had wished.
Me: Give me fifteen. See you soon.
I slid my phone into my pocket and slid my way back into my clothes. The smell of everything bagels coated in butter and raspberry jelly made my mouth water, and I was pissed that I wouldn’t be able to spend time with Molly like I had wanted. I walked out of her bedroom to find a little place set up for us to eat on her coffee table while she sat on the couch.
Which made it hurt even more when I had to tell her that I needed to leave.
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
Molly stood to her feet. “Duty calls?”
I chuckled wryly. “They’re short-staffed at the shop and there’s been an accident. They’re anticipating a lot of tow trucks with busted-up cars, so it’s all hands on deck.”
She giggled. “You know, I’ve seen that kind of thing in medical dramas, but I never thought about mechanics and what happens to all of those cars that get into those pile-ups.”
I walked over and kissed her forehead. “Makes for long days. But I’ll keep in touch as much as I can, okay?”
She stood before she pressed something against my chest. “I actually had a feeling it was something like that, so I want you to take this.”
I looked down and found something wrapped in paper towels. “What is it?”
She smiled brightly. “It’s your breakfast. Half of the omelet smushed between both slices of your everything bagel.”
I smirked. “You’re the best, you know that?”
She stood to her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “Stay safe, okay?”
I nodded. “I will, I promise.”
And as I took massive bites of a surprisingly good sandwich, I made my way down to my bike.
Before booking it toward the clubhouse.
By the time I got there, everyone had already gathered. I scarfed down the last of my food and made sure there were no crumbs anywhere that the guys could analyze before I started up the porch steps. I burst through the front doors to find all of the guys sitting aimlessly around in the living room.
And the look on Brooks’ face told me that the news wasn’t good.
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
Brooks motioned to a seat off to his side. “Take a load off. It’s early.”
I popped a squat. “Guess I didn’t need to chug that third cup of coffee, huh?”
All of the guys chuckled, but it was short-lived. And when Brooks drew in a deep breath, I quickly figured out why the room was so damn somber.
“Guys,” he said as he leaned forward, “I have reason to believe that Chops has officially patched into the Black Flags.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?”
Porter stood to his feet. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“What kind of evidence do you have?” Tanner asked.
Brooks licked his lips. “I’ve been playing off the toned-down assumption that Chops was maybe—maybe—a prospect for them. I mean, prospects do these kinds of things all the time. They bite off more than they can chew—no offense, Finn—and then they try to prove their worth to their team by taking on these insane tasks to show their team they’re worth the time and effort.”
