Page 12 of Spook’s Honor

I’m broken from my perusal of my birth parents when Siera asks, “So Honor are you coming to stay at the garden centre, or are you staying here?”

I freeze for a moment, surprised at the question. “Um, I was going to find the closest RV park.”

‘Fuck no’ or variations thereof are growled from different men. I widen my eyes, and blink in disbelief when I see scowls and glares coming from Axle, Jake, Spook, and Maverick.

What the hell?

I’m getting a little annoyed. I’d been on my own for a long time, and managed to look after myself just fine, and I let them know it.

“I’m not sure that you have any say on where I stay,” I inform them with a clipped tone. “I’ve been on my own for a long time, and I’ve travelled through several states. On. My. Own.” I reiterate forcibly. “I’m more than capable of protecting myself when I have to. And I have more than once.”

Spook growls. I huff, turning my head and glaring at him. “Don’t you growl at me. I may not be six feet of muscle and have a scowl that will frighten small children, but I assure you I’m more than capable of looking after myself. You know nothing about me and what I can do.”

Moving my attention to Jake, I send him a look that has him wincing. “And you should know better.”

He holds up his hands. “You’re right, I should.”

Clicking my tongue at his admission, I raise an eyebrow at Axle. “And you?”

Axle smiles sheepishly, “I’ve got nothing, baby girl. I will point out though that I’d not want Angel, her sister, or my nieces staying at an RV park when we have room here. I’m also happy to know that your dad took time to make sure you’re capable of looking after yourself.”

I continue to glare at him, but I can feel a smile curling my lips. “Thank you, Axle,” I say, sweetly.

“You tell them Honor,” Siera says, saluting me with her drink. She turns a shit eating grin at Maverick, “I wonder what Mr. President has to say.”

I hold back a laugh when Roman wraps a hand around her mouth, pulling her back against his chest with an amused, “Trouble.”

Instead, I cross my arms and turn toward Maverick. “Yes, Mr. President, what do you have to say?”

“Nothing really,” Maverick smiles sweetly at me. “Only that I was going to suggest that you should stay here. I have more than enough room in my house if you need a place to stay.”

“Oh, you fucking rat bastard. You did not…” Spook mutters under his breath, glaring daggers at Maverick. Abruptly, he stands. “Just for that, you get your nephews for the afternoon.”

Turning toward me, he grips my hand, and tugs me out of my chair, toward him.

“Just know, baby, I was going to give you a week until this lot got involved.”

Confused, I stare up at him. “A week? For what?”

“Before I did this,” he informed me. Bending he lifts, and suddenly I’m airborne as he throws me over his shoulder, his arm a firm clamp around my thighs, and starts walking out the door.

“We’ll be back. Look after the boys for us.”

I’m stunned. I’m not sure what’s happening. I should probably protest. I mean being carried off like this should piss me off. Shouldn’t it? But I can’t say I hate the way he’s taken charge. Besides, I get a very good view of his ass. And what an ass it is.

Without thinking, I reach out and give one cheek a firm squeeze.

Spook stumbles, and curses under his breath.

I laugh. It’s loud and happy.

“Behave,” he mutters, giving my ass a firm, hard smack. It stings a little, and I can’t stop the gasp that leaves me, or the needy shiver that rushes through my body. I squirm, as his shoulder digs into my stomach with every step he takes.

“Jesus, baby, you need to keep still until I get us somewhere we can talk,” Spook’s chuckle rumbles against me.

“Well, hurry up and find us somewhere then,” I tell him.

Another laugh leaves me when he does just that. Good to know I’m not the only one affected by whatever this is that’s been building since I first set eyes on him this morning.