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“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who gets stared at like a sicko when they see me holdin’ your hand.”
“I don’t care who sees, or what they think of you holding my hand. Imagine if they saw how you’ve corrupted me in the bedroom.”
Maddy brings us our cheese fries and shakes, and we eat in silence. Viking seems distracted and I finally realize what’s off about him tonight. He’s not wearing his cut.
I clear my throat. “Speaking of sisters ...”
He glares at me.
“I spoke to Gypsy earlier. Wolf is taking her and Roar to look at schools.”
Viking doesn’t reply, just stuffs cheese fries into his mouth as if I’ll take them away at any moment. Gypsy had broken Viking’s heart when she returned to Montana with Wolf and her son, Roar. I spoke to the two of them via video messaging once a week, but Viking was stubborn, and Gypsy was just like her older brother. I wasn’t sure if things would ever be okay between them again.
“Talk to her, Viking.”
“Got nothin’ to say.”
I sigh and sip my shake.Stubborn ass.
After our meal, we head out to the bike. The sun is just sinking into the horizon, and the sky is a wash of red and orange clouds. “Oh, look! Sailor’s delight.”
Viking nods his head and throws his leg over his bike. “Yeah darlin’, I see it.”
I press a kiss to his cheek. “Fair weather in the morning.”
He grins and leans down, fishing his cut out of a saddlebag. He throws it on and I stare at the two new patches over his heart. One is a simple black and white rectangle that reads “Property of”, but the other is a mermaid wrapped around an anchor in a licentious pose, her naked breasts on display and bright red hair flowing out behind her.
I trace my fingers over the bright embroidery. “She’s ...”
“Perfect,” Viking finishes. “The boys will never let me hear the end of it.”
I laugh and climb into his lap, dangling my legs out behind him. My arms wrap around his large shoulders. “When did you do this?”
“I had CJ sew it on for me earlier.”
“I love it.”
“Loveyou, babe. Normally, it’s tradition for a biker to give an old lady a ‘property of’ patch, but I figured you should get a say in who you belong to ... considering you didn’t get one before.”
I kiss him and say breathlessly, “I want it. I want the entire world to know you’re my ... much older man.”
He chuckles. “Old man, darlin’.”
“It can’t be both?” I writhe in his lap and bite my lower lip when I feel his dick harden against me.
He runs his thumb over my lip, freeing it from my teeth. “Gonna be the death of me, bitch.”
“Then we can die together.”
I kiss him again, my lips softly slanting across his. Viking pushes his tongue into my mouth and takes me deep, and I melt against him. I no longer believe in the Mother or the Prophets. As far as I know, there is no heaven, no hell, and no Valhalla. I can’t imagine the afterlife being better than this right here, and I don’t care to put my faith in gods I cannot see. But I know one thing: being in this man’s arms is all I want for the rest of my life. Viking isallI need.
Gods be damned.
I cup his face, curl my fingers, and scratch at his long beard. “Take me home, old man.”