Killer(49)

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning.” He walked to her, landing a kiss on her head before taking a seat. Looking down at his hand he stared at the gold band on his wedding ring. Fuck, he was starting to feel like a fucking pussy. Killer wanted to bind Kelsey to him giving her no choice but to stay with him.

He wished their marriage was fucking real. Fisting his hands, he thought about Michael wondering what the bastard was thinking right that second.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind. I started making some breakfast for us both,” she said, handing him a coffee.

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her close after she’d put the steaming mug in front of him. “I missed you.” She rested on his lap with her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I wanted to make you something,” she said. Her gaze dropped to his lips. Cock filling back up, he claimed her lips, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

She pulled away first. “The bacon will burn.”

Releasing her, he let her go to finish breakfast. Sipping his coffee, he watched her move around the kitchen. Her ass was so fucking full, begging to be spanked. He couldn’t wait to get her ready to sink inside her tight flesh.

“This is our house now, Kels. You’ve got to get used to working inside it,” he said, taking another sip of coffee.

“I know. It’s just weird.” She served up their breakfast, moving to sit beside him. The shirt she wore was tight around her breasts, showcasing the full mounds.

One day he’d have her naked at his table while they ate.

“We’ve got to make the most of our situation.” Picking up his knife and fork he dived into the eggs and bacon.

“Killer, I don’t regret us sharing a house. What I hate is knowing it’ll come to an end,” she said, smiling sadly at him.

Grabbing her hand, he stared into her eyes. “When all this is over we’ll find a place together.”

“When all this is over I won’t have the money.”

“You’re a dental nurse, Kels, and believe it or not, I’ve got quite a bit put by for a rainy day.”

She chuckled, and he loved the sound.

They ate their breakfast in silence. Killer placed his cell phone on the table in case of any incoming calls. He wasn’t in a rush to end their time together, but he wanted Michael out of their life.

“What do you think we should do today?” she asked, standing up.

“I’ll help you with the dishes.” He dried all the dishes loving the domestic feeling of being stood by her in their home.

Not our home.

The moment the danger was all over, he’d be investing in their own place.

“We’re going out. I’m going to get myself acquainted with the new boss, and we’re going to be seen around town.”

“Where is your leather cut?” she asked.

“Keeping a low profile, baby. No cut and no mention of The Skulls. We’re a married couple trying to make a life for each other.”

She finished washing the sides down as he went back to grab the bag Sandy packed for him. Sitting at the table he changed her dressings checking over her marks before covering them back up.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No need to thank me. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Together they left the house, climbing into the car to head back into town. He found an available parking space in the parking lot around the back of the small shopping mall.

He took her hand, and they headed out together. He nodded at people they passed. Wearing a long shirt covered up his tats. For the first time since he joined The Lions, he was finally a civilian. Women still gazed his way. A few men stared at Kelsey, but she clung to his side like a lifeline. Compared to the women she looked pale. She’d not gotten out all that much to get some sun.

With them being alone away from the danger he’d make sure she spent a great deal of time in the garden getting a tan.

“Do you think we’ll fit in?” she asked.

“We’re already fitting in.” Crossing the main road he headed toward the mechanic shop where Mason stood waiting.

“Hey, man. I didn’t think you’d make it in today.”

“Wanted to come and meet the man I’m working for,” he said.

The shop had two cars already in place to be worked on underneath.

“Jason is in his office. Be careful. He’s not in a good mood, but then, he’s rarely in a good mood,” Mason said.

Leaving Kelsey with the other man he made his way toward the back. Knocking on the partially open door Killer waited for permission to enter the room.

“What?” The harsh voice called through.

Entering the room he stared at the middle aged man behind the desk. His head was bent over a sheet of numbers. His temples were graying, and Killer spotted ink up and down the man’s arms.