Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(39)

So he’d gotten a chance to do it again in Dallas.

Willa shuddered, and Rad grabbed her hand. “Easy, baby. Sorry I brought it up.”

She cleared her throat and stood, levering herself up without using her sore leg. “It’s okay. Coffee’s ready.”

Rad followed right behind her and turned her around to face him when she stopped at the coffeemaker. He stared down at her with his intense eyes, that heavy brow shadowing them. “He won’t hurt you again.”

With a smile to show him she appreciated the sentiment, she picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles, which were scraped from his adventure the night before. “I’m glad you’re here. I feel safe with you. But you can’t promise to keep me safe. You won’t always be around. Not even Ollie can keep me safe anywhere but here. I’m gonna have to take care of myself.”

“Willa…”

“Rad. It’s true. And it’s important to me that I can.”

He put his hands on her hips and gave her a little shake. “I will make you safe. I will put somebody on you. When it can’t be me, it’ll be somebody I trust. I can make it so you’re never alone.”

“No. We don’t even know if he knows where I am. I don’t even know if he cares where I am anymore. I’m not going to cower every day waiting for the possibility that he comes after me. I’ve been making a decent life, and I want to live it. And if he finds me, I’m ready. I was ready before I met you. He doesn’t get to undo me a third time.”

With a grudging smile, he bent his head and kissed her lightly. “I like it better when women do what I want.”

She laughed and swirled a fingertip over his nipple until it hardened under her touch and he shivered. “Do you? You seemed to like it fine when I did what I wanted.”

“Mmmm. I guess I can’t deny that.” He pulled her robe loose and slid his hand in to cup a breast. His thumb flicked over her nipple, and she shivered, just as he had.

He leaned down and in, pressing his face against her neck. “Eggs is not what I want right now. How ‘bout you?”

“You can still stay?”

“Gotta be at the clubhouse by five. That’s hours yet.”

Yes, it was. She wanted to rest her leg, she needed to rest her leg, but she was in no hurry for Rad to leave. She was sore all over from their earlier exploits, but she didn’t mind the thought of his rough hands on her extra-sensitive skin.

Didn’t mind that thought at all.

“I don’t want eggs, either.”

They left their uneaten breakfast on the dining room table and went back to bed to have what they really wanted.





CHAPTER ELEVEN



When Rad parked his Dyna on the clubhouse lot later that afternoon, he was actually relieved to get off the saddle. His body hurt from his shoulders to his toes. He’d spent far too little of the past forty-eight hours at rest. Instead, he’d been in a highway wreck and spent hours pulling people out of harm’s way, he’d worked a full shift, he’d been in a massive brawl, and he’d repeatedly f*cked Willa and himself senseless.

He’d come five damn times in the past twelve hours. He wasn’t sure he’d ever come that many times in one day. His cock felt sprung, and his hips ached like an old man’s. For a woman with a gimpy leg, Willa was…hearty. She’d come about twice as many times. He’d left her languid and disheveled.

Leaning back into a groaning stretch, Rad grinned. Goddamn, he was having a good time.

In all things, Rad was first and foremost a tactician. He saw what was in front of him and made the most of it. As the Bulls’ SAA, he’d learned to slow down a little and think a step or two ahead, see a bigger picture, but even so, it was his way to let other men make the big plans and then point him in the right direction.

In his personal life, he wasn’t the kind of man who thought about things like ‘true love’ or finding ‘the one,’ or any of that shit. He didn’t pine or seek. He simply felt and acted. When he wanted companionship, he found it. When he liked a woman, he went for her. When he wanted to be with her, he put himself in her company. When he no longer wanted her company, he sent her away. He didn’t dither.

Whatever he felt, he went in all the way. After Dahlia, he’d tried to curb that impulse, that blind drive to have what he wanted no matter what. For the past three years, he’d kept out of range of women who might capture his attention. Sweetbutts and road chicks only, the kind of women who were either far too familiar, or far too distant, to be of interpersonal interest.

He’d been content with that. Got his knob polished regularly, focused on his club, kept his keel even. No losing of his shit.

That was all over now, because he was in with Willa. All in. One-hundred percent. That woman was a f*cking marvel.

To commemorate that occasion, he was going to find a particular Dirty Rat, and he was going to kill him slow and bloody. He was going to release his woman from her tormentor and make him pay proper for all he’d done to her.

Willa needed him, whether she knew it or not, and he was going to take care of her.



oOo



The pool table had been restored to its normal function. Simon was in the recliner now, awake and watching the Cardinals game on the big television. He gave Rad a nod and a wave as he came over.