Chapter Nine

G runting, I shift in the seat. Stakeouts suck on a good day, but doing one in Kaitlyn's small car is absolute hell. Still, doing a stakeout offers more cover than a bike.

Fucking necessary evils.

The door to the barbershop opens, and Tiny comes out. He looks down the street and then swings to look toward me, making me duck down in my seat. I watch as he gets on his bike and takes off. I pull into traffic with one car between us and follow him.

When he pulls into a busy gas station, I pull into the business next door and watch. He comes out a few minutes later, and I watch him open a new pack of smokes. With my window down, I listen as an old man asks him about his bike.

I roll my eyes as he goes on and on about it. I can tell the old man has regrets by the look on his face. Seems Tiny loves talking about anything that involves him.

So far, while following Tiny, I haven't seen anything suspicious, but something about him bothers me. If I had to choose one man from my father's club to be responsible for a betrayal, he is at the top of the list. At this point, with Fend missing, he stands to gain the most from it. I am willing to stick to him like glue until I figure out what he is up to.

Even if it means following him around while he runs errands.

I trail him for two more stops before he pulls into an industrial area. He gets off of the bike and heads down an alley. I park the car around the corner and quickly get out. I head down the service road on foot that runs behind the alley.

"You called?" a voice that's vaguely familiar says.

"Yeah, can we step inside?" Tiny asks.

"Anyone follow you?"

Tiny scoffs. "I made sure no one did."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Now, are you going to let me in or not? We have shit we need to discuss, and I don't have much time before someone realizes I'm missing."

The man sighs. "Come in."

I peek around the corner of the building and see a guy step aside and let Tiny in. I watch as he looks one way down the alley, and when he turns to look toward me, I duck back behind the building. When I hear the heavy door slam shut, I walk back toward the car as my mind races.

Who is he?

Why did he look and sound familiar?

I get back into the car and start drumming my fingers against the steering wheel. Finally, it hits me.

He's from Vegas.

"What the hell is he doing all the way down here?" I say out loud to myself.

Fuck.

My stomach sinks. If I remember right, he had ties to one of my club's enemies.

Maybe it's time to call Reaper and update him.

As soon as the thought hits me, I push it away. This isn't Reaper's problem. It's mine, but if I'm right, then things are so much worse than I thought.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I feel like I'm drowning, and I don't know which way is up.

I lean back and pull my phone out of my pocket, spinning it around in my hand. Do I or don't I call him?

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down at the screen.

Kaitlyn: *Picture* we miss you!

Me: I'll be home when I can. Need me to pick anything up?

Kaitlyn: If you don't mind grabbing some diapers on the way, I would appreciate it.

Me: Sure, do you have enough to make it to tonight?

Kaitlyn: We're good. Don't have too much fun doing whatever it is you're doing.

I chuckle as I type out a quick text.

Me: Thanks.

I drop my phone in the cupholder and turn the car on.

Do I go to the store now, or do I wait for Tiny to come out and follow him?

Fuck it, if I spend one more hour in this tin can, I'm going to lose my fucking mind. I flip the car around and head back out the way I came, driving by Tiny's bike on the way.

"I wish I had a tracker to stick on it," I say, thinking out loud.

If Trigger was here, he would have one. Fuck, Kaitlyn got into my head. She was right, though. I have been away from my brothers too long. I keep thinking this is a "me" problem, but with them at my back, it would be a club problem.

Shaking my head, I head to the store. I run inside and grab diapers. While waiting to check out, I hear a couple laughing and look behind me. They are an older couple, probably old enough to be my grandparents, and they are embracing like they are teenagers who are completely obsessed with each other.

I chuckle when the old man grabs her ass.

"Oh, you scoundrel," she says with no heat, slapping his chest.

The man winks at her. "You like it."

The woman rolls her eyes and looks at me. "I don't know what I'm going to do with him."

"How long have you two been together?" I find myself asking.

"Fifty years," he says with pride in his voice. "The best fifty years of my life."

"Congratulations. You two look incredibly happy."

"Thank you," the woman says.

"Life's too short not to go after what you want," the man says.

I move up and check out.

"You guys have a good one," I say as I grab the bag of diapers off the conveyor belt.

"You too," they say, waving as I walk away.

While walking out to the car, the man's words play in my head on a loop.

Life's too short not to go after what you want.

For months, I've been denying myself what I want. I've been trying to keep the peace and not push her, only I don't know how much more I can take.

I wanted Kaitlyn for years, and then I had her for a short time. Then she got pregnant with our son, and it was like fate stepping in, forcing us to be near each other. For months, we've been dancing around each other, and every day my need for her grows more and more.

I'm fucking obsessed with her.

Life's too short to not go after what you want.

Fuck it, maybe it's time I roll the dice and see where they land.

Looking over at the baby monitor, I smile as I see Kolby soundly sleeping in his crib Colt finally set up in his room. I still like him sleeping in our room overnight, but him having his own space is nice.

I go back to rinsing the dishes when I hear the front door open. I smile as I set the last dish in the dish drain before wiping my hands off.

Next thing I know, I'm being turned and pressed against the counter.

In the next instant, Colt is kissing me. It's so surprising that all I can do is gasp, opening up for him to slip his tongue inside.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine, before my mind even catches up to what just happened.

"What was that for?" I ask him.

"I know we have both been walking on eggshells and not discussing the important shit, but I don't care anymore. I'm tired of walking around like I don't want you. Like you aren't one of the two most important people in my life. I've been letting you lead everything because I was so afraid that if I pushed too hard that you would tell me to take a hike, but all that is doing is causing us to waste precious time. I want you, Kaitlyn. Hell, I was already halfway in love with you when we spent that week together. Now I know I am all the way there. We belong together, and I don't want to waste another moment of us tiptoeing around each other."

My mouth drops open. I have no idea what to say. He must take my silence as a negative because he keeps talking.

"I know we have so much to talk about. Where we would live and how we want to raise Kolby. Everything is still so up in the air, but can't we just give into our feelings now and figure the rest out along the way?"

He looks so hopeful. I want to say yes. Hell, the man of my dreams just said that he is in love with me. The words are right there on my tongue to say back, but I'm hesitating. I'm still scared.

"You live in Vegas," I whisper.

"You live in Texas. It's a mountain, but not insurmountable," he whispers back.

In that moment, I believe him. If he says we can do this, then we can do this. We can make this work.

"Okay," I finally whisper.

He smiles. "Okay? Really?"

I nod, biting my lip to stop my own smile.

"Yes. We can live in the moment for now, but we do need to figure out the rest eventually."

He nods. "After I solve this shit with my dad."

I nod. "Take your time. I'll still be here."

He kisses me again, this time taking his time. I fall into the kiss, savoring it. I thread my arms around his neck, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. He presses closer to me, bending me over the counter a little.

I missed this. I missed him. Feeling close to him like this.

He must feel the same because he bends, picking me up by my thighs and setting me on the counter without his lips leaving mine.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, suddenly as he starts to kiss down my neck.

I'm so confused by the question that I just arch my neck and say, "Good."

He licks my skin before nipping at it, making me gasp.

"I mean down here," he asks, his hand rubbing against my crotch.

"Oh." Oh.

He is asking about that.

My cheeks heat. Truth is, I hadn't thought about it in a while. Not since before I had the baby.

"I'm good. It's um, good," I tell him.

He nods, dropping to his knees.

"What are you doing?" I ask, embarrassed by the changes my body has gone through.

He doesn't answer me, pulling my sweats off of my hips and down my legs until they are laying on the floor.

I want to cover myself. Especially when he stands, stripping me out of my oversized sweater and my nursing bra.

"Your tits look amazing. Fuck, all full of milk and shit." He leans down, licking one nipple before pulling back. "Is this okay?"

I'm so shocked by the action that all I can do is nod. He smirks up at me, leaning back over to take my nipple back in his mouth. Then he nips it gently before I feel him start to suck on it. I can feel the telltale sign of my milk being let down.

I expect him to jump back. To call out in disgust.

Instead, he moans, lapping it up as one of his hands slides up my thigh until he's gently rubbing my clit.

My own moan echoes his as my body lights up for him. When he nips my breast again, my back arches. Something about the slight pain mixed with the pleasure of feeling him against me has me climbing higher. I could come just from this.

Colt doesn't give me the option, though. He pulls back, smiling as he wipes the milk from the corner of his lips.

"Don't want to steal it all away. Damn, you taste good. I had my milk, now I want my cookie."

I'm so dazed that I don't get the reference until he drops back to his knees, burying his face between my thighs.

"Colt, fuck," I call out.

He looks up at me as he pulls back. "I've let you get away with calling me Colt up to this point, but you call me Spencer when it's just us. Got it?"

"Yes."

He smirks at me. "Good. Tell me how much you like it."

Then he goes back to work. Man, can he eat a pussy right.

Within minutes, I'm calling out his real name as I have the biggest orgasm I've had since he left me in that hotel room all those months ago.

When he stands, I can see myself all over his face. He watches me look at him as he licks his lips before using his fingers to clean up around his mouth and then licking each and every one.

I know I should offer to return the favor, but he doesn't ask, so I don't do it.

Instead, he kisses me softly before helping me get dressed again. Then he carries me to the couch.

"Let's watch a movie while little man is sleeping."

That's how I end up cuddled up next to him, content as I have ever been.