“You’re a good dad,” he said.
Dane snorted. “I’m a useless fucking fuckup. We all know it. My three kids barely know the real me. I wasn’t much of a father to them when I had the chance, and now, well, I at least have time to make it right.”
Damon frowned. “I’ve noticed you’ve been saying stuff like that. Second chance. Time to make it right. What gives, Dane?”
The man beside him tensed up. “I’ve got to go and help out.”
His suspicions were raised. Damon watched him leave, heading back out of the clubhouse.
Getting to his feet, he headed into the office in time to see Suzie working away at the computer.
She looked up and smiled at him. “Hey,” she said.
“So I got a question for you,” Damon said.
She stopped typing and waited. “I’m all ears.”
“Can I have all of Dane’s contact information?” Damon asked. “I just want to make sure the guy is legit, you know.”
Suzie tensed. “It’s personal and private information.”
“This is club business, sweetheart. That’s all. I’m not doing anything bad.”
She licked her lips. “When Dane gave them, he asked me not to … you know, give them out. He wanted his details to stay private.”
Damon frowned, and then an idea formed in his head. “No problem. You’re right. Club or not, we’re still running a business. You’re a good woman, Suzie.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I was the one out of line for asking.” He winked at her. “See you at the party tonight.”
He left the office, heading out of the clubroom and going toward his bike. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
“Yo, Lucy, it’s Damon. Can we talk?”
****
“Of all the clothes you could find, this is the one that spoke to you?” Teri asked.
She ran her hands through the soft cotton fabric of the material. It fit beautifully to her body, flowing out at the waist and teasing across her knees.
It was a nice dress, a deep blue. A beautiful color.
“Yes, it did.”
“I look like a … mother.”
“No, you look like a beautiful woman,” Damon said, closing the distance between them.
“The Dirty Fuckers are having a party, and we both know how … sexy their parties get. I look too innocent.”
Damon snorted. “You don’t, but to help you understand what I want.” He put his hand on her thigh, and slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh.
Teri stared into his eyes, her mouth going dry as he grazed his fingers across her pussy. After talking with Skylar this afternoon, she was trying to contain her worry. She’d talked about her regular sickness in the morning. How it would disappear come lunchtime. In a passing comment, Skylar had told her that it sounded like she was pregnant, which was crazy. How could she be pregnant?
He kissed her again, and the world faded for her.
Ever since she realized her feelings for Damon, she had basked in every single touch, every stroke. It fired up her need like no one else, consuming her.
“Fuck, you make me not want to go down to the party.”
“Then let’s not. Let’s stay up here.”
“Later. I want them all to see who you belong to. You’re all mine.”