Omega's Destiny: Foxes of Scarlet Peak (An M'M Shifter MPreg Romance Book 5)(12)

“Geez, that’s a tough question,” I admitted.

“Do you have anything you really love to do?” he asked. “A passion? Or just a job you’ve wanted to try or something?”

“I like to paint,” I told him shyly. “But I’m not very good.”

“What kind of stuff do you like to paint?”

“Landscapes mostly,” I replied. “I’m bad at people.”

It was the first time I’d really discussed my love for art with anyone. No one at the diner would have cared, of course, and I wasn’t the type of person to just open up to anybody. Most people around the area would have scoffed or rolled their eyes at me, and no one in the Black Cross would have wanted to hear it.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Bobby,” Clint said, reaching across the table and taking my hand. “I’m going to help you with that and make sure that you have all the time in the world to paint.”

“H – how are you going to do that?” I asked. Somewhere in my stomach there was a flock of butterflies playing tag.

“I’m going to help you straighten out this mess you’re in,” he told me, squeezing my hand tighter. “And then I’m going to make sure you never have to work again. I’m going to put a baby in your belly and you can do your art whenever you want.”

His words froze me in place. I wasn’t breathing. I wasn’t thinking. I was just staring at him in a shocked stupor.

Do something! I finally shouted at myself, but it was like I’d been paralyzed. His words were completely unexpected, but I realized just how much sense they made, and how much I’d been hoping to hear him say them.

This was a man I could mate with. This was an alpha I’d be happy to be an omega to. Every instinct in my body was crying out for him and I could just picture us together, building a life, having children and moving through life hand in hand.

Don’t be stupid! I thought next, still unable to move. You just met him!

Of course that was true, but crazier things had happened in life. Who’s to say love at first sight isn’t a thing?

“I – I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed to say.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied with confidence. “I can see it all over your face that you want this. I can smell it on you. I can feel it when I’m inside you and staring into your eyes. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

“I – I do…” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Clint leaned over the table and kissed me. I kissed him back and leaned forward. His hand slipped behind my head and he pulled me closer. Dishes clattered against each other as he dragged me across the table and into his lap, his hands caressing my body like it was the most natural thing in the world.

This is it…I thought as his lips caressed mine. This is what I’ve been waiting for.





10





Clint





My heart was soaring as I sped along the road on my way back to the Black Cross clubhouse with Bobby’s arms wrapped around my waist. It hadn’t seemed possible that I’d ever be able to get over the heartbreak from my past – that Chris would forever be the ghost of an old love, forbidding me from moving on and living a happy life. But then I’d met Bobby…

Bobby was everything beautiful about the world. Everything was brighter, more hopeful. Suddenly my life problems didn’t seem so difficult.

I’d find a job. I’d make money. I’d provide for him and take care of him. Those weren’t hopes, dreams or promises – they were facts.

But before all of that could happen, I had to square things with the biker gangs. I couldn’t have one of them, or both, looking for him. We couldn’t live our lives looking over our shoulders. But Travis was a real son of a bitch, I could tell, and getting him in line wasn’t going to be easy. Until then, we just had to make sure things were right with Ryker and the rest of the gang, and I was going to make sure they understood and believed what had happened.

Losing product for a gang was a pretty serious offense, especially if you were as low on the totem pole as Bobby was. Punishments could vary, from severe to less severe, maybe just a beating, but if I was there to corroborate his story, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Turn here,” Bobby shouted in my ear. I took the turn onto a road that sloped down a hill leading into Greenwaters down by the old mills near the river. Years ago they’d been factories, textiles mostly, but now they were all shut down and boarded up. Some had been turned into some shitty low-rent apartments, and occasionally you’d still find a business in one of them, but they were mostly abandoned. It made sense that the Black Cross would set up shop there.

Bobby pointed to a turn-off and I pulled in and circled around the back of the building where a crew of rough-looking guys were standing outside.

This is it, I thought as I pulled the bike into the lot and parked a safe distance away. I didn’t know these guys and sure as Hell wasn’t going to just rush up to the door, all smiles, thinking everything was going to be all good. For all I knew they already thought Bobby had betrayed them last night and had orders out on his life. Better to be safe than sorry.

I let the engine slow, but kept it idling as Bobby stepped off the back of the bike.