Lane

She ran her fingers through my hair as she looked down at me. "I have everything now," I said, and she smiled.

"We have everything, I love you." She said as she lowered her head and kissed me.

It's cold out, but our bodies are still hot. We gathered our clothes and the blankets, then ran inside before we did get too cold. Neither of us had realized how long we were making love under the stars. We curled up in the small bed and she slept in my arms the entire night.

I woke to an empty bed, so I put on the clothes I wore yesterday, because my bag is still in the car. She wasn't in the bathroom, but it wasn't hard to figure out where she was by the aroma of coffee and bacon.

There she was, the most beautiful girl in the world standing in front of the stove cooking, and it was quite the scene. I studied her for a few minutes, since she doesn't seem to sense my eyes on her yet. Her hair is a little different with messy waves that look sexy and wild. Her body is covered with a silk robe that ties in the middle. She looks absolutely gorgeous and she has no idea.

I walked in the small kitchen and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"Good morning, Mrs. Morgan," I said as I kissed her neck.

"Good morning." She paused her cooking to tilt her head and give me better access.

"We slept in late and the guys will be here soon." She said, and I pushed my body against hers.

"Maybe they should wait," I said, and she laughed a little.

"They can smell food from a mile away." She said.

"Fine, I need to grab my bag from the car," I said.

"Go ahead, breakfast won't be long, but you have time." She said.

I kissed her cheek, then pushed away. "That smells great by the way," I said.

"I have homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven." She said as she took bacon from the pan.

"No shit? Wow, you really did learn to cook." I said, then smacked her ass before walking away. I walked outside barefoot and the cold ground had me moving pretty quick, when I heard a car coming.

I grabbed my gun from the console and held it behind my back until I realized it's just Hawk and Axl. I put my gun away, then took my bag and sprinted inside. "They're back," I said.

"Good, they're just in time." She said as she pulled rolls out of the oven. I walked back and put my bag on the bed and Danica was serving breakfast. The guys look rough, but Hawk looks the worst out of the two.

"Rough night?" I asked as I took a seat. She had breakfast on the table and said to serve ourselves.

"Shh, you're talking too loud," Hawk said, so I whispered.

"Rough night?"

He nodded. "Rough and disappointing but Axl can't say the same." He whispered.

"They don't need to hear about it." Axl was a bit snippy.

Danica sat down and started making her own plate.

"Ignore him, he had a great night with a cute little redhead. His room was next to mine and her screaming kept me up all night, asshole." Hawk said.

Axl glanced up at Danica and held his head low with the look of shame on his face, so I looked at Danica and she seemed to ignore what Hawk said.

"Cute redhead, huh?" I asked, and he just kept eating.

"It sounds like a wild night," I said, and he kept looking up at my fucking wife with shame.

"You look upset," I said to him and put my fork down before leaning back in my chair and looked between the two.

"It was a mistake." He said as he looked down at his plate and didn't dare look at me. I looked at Danica and she just kept eating.

I then looked at Hawk and he shook his head no at me.

"Is there something I should know about?" I asked.

Axl threw his fork down and stomped off outside, so I looked at Danica. "What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing on my part." She said, and Hawk cleared his throat.

"Thanks for breakfast, I'm just going to get a shower." Hawk excused himself and walked away.

"Tell me what's going on, Danica," I said.

She set her fork down and stood before sitting on my lap. "You have nothing to worry about. Axl feels like there's something between us, and I made it very clear to him that it'll never happen." She said as she looked down at me.

"Is there something between you two?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Not on my end. I just didn't feel it and didn't reciprocate. I respect him and appreciate everything he has done, but I could never return those feelings." She said.

"So, he's in love with you?" I asked.

"I never asked." She said, and I feel relieved.

"Did he ever try to touch you?" I asked, and she looked away.

"He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away. It surprised me because I didn't suspect anything and I told him I didn't feel the same. There's really no story to tell on my side, and I know Hawk talked to him about it. I'm not sure about his behavior this morning and why he acted that way." She said.

I gave her a small smile. "He's in love with you and he saw that his actions last night didn't upset you," I said.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I wasn't here to see how much time you spent alone with him, but no, you did nothing wrong if you were honest with him," I said.

"Good, I'll clean the kitchen up and get a shower if Hawk's done. I also need to pack." She said.

"I'll help." We got up and started cleaning the kitchen.