Completely Yours (Vicious Snakes MC Book 4)

a t-shirt, and biker boots. He always looks good in his biker wear. You can see the tattoos peaking out of his shirt and the muscles that are hidden underneath.
He smiles at me and, honestly, my heart skips a beat. Damn, that smile will get me every time.
“Ready to go, baby?” he says, and I can only nod my head. This guy is perfect. So fucking hot. How did I get so lucky? That thought never stops running through my head because I'm constantly wondering it.
We head out towards his bike. I can’t help but smile and clap my hands like I’m a child. I love riding with him on his bike.
“What’s that look for?” Declan asks with a smile of his own.
“I was just hoping that we were going on your bike,” I say, and he grins at me.
“Let’s go, baby.”
We get out on the road. I’m loving the feeling of holding on to Declan and feeling the open road.
We head towards the next town. I don’t question why we are coming here, but we pull up to a nice looking Italian restaurant- the kind where you would want to show up more dressed up than we are now, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.
I look down at the way we are dressed and then look at Declan in confusion. “What are we doing here? We aren’t dressed for this,” I whisper loudly at him.
He chuckles and shakes his head while opening the door and waiting for me to walk inside. When he doesn’t respond, I walk in and immediately look around.
The place is nice and has booths lining the walls. They have a few smalls booths for two people and bigger ones if you are having a double date or family come. There is a pleasant ambience here. It doesn’t have an overly romantic feel. There’s more of a welcoming feel to it.
The hostess greets us with a smile.
“Ah Mr. Carter. Right this way,” she says, and we follow her to a booth in the back that has a lot of privacy. It’s one of the smaller ones, and I can feel Declan’s body against mine.
“Mr. Carter? How often do you come here?” I ask in surprise.
He chuckles. “I try to come once a week. I have a friend who owns this place. We went to school together and he knows how to make an amazing Chicken Carbonara.”
I lick my lips just thinking about it.
“That does sound good.”
“Then let’s order it,” he says.
The waiter comes to take out order. Declan gets the chicken carbonara and I get the spinach ravioli.
It’s not long before a man comes out to greet us. He has a huge smile on his face.
“Declan. Good to see you. When the staff told me that you have a beautiful woman with you, I had to see if with my own eyes. Now that I see her, I’m wondering why she’s with your ugly mug,” he says with a laugh, so I know that he’s just teasing.
Declan chuckles and gets up to do that man hug thing where they slap each other on the back.
“And who is this lovely lady?” he says turning to me.
“This is Krista. My woman,” he says with a smile.
“Damn, it’s about time that you got your head out of your ass and went for it. Good for you,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I know, I thought the same thing,” I say, and the guy laughs harder.
“I’ll leave you to it. I’ll make sure those dishes are cooked to perfection!” he says as he leaves the table.
I snack on the bread that’s on the table. Declan and I chat while waiting for our main courses.
“I’m an only child. My parents died in an accident and, well, as I said before, that’s why I have the money for the house and I don’t need to work, but I will do the jobs the club needs when they need an extra hand or protection,” he tells me.
“I’ve always wondered. I’ve never seen you sticking to one place like some brothers who work at the shop fixing up cars or helping at the diner or club. You seem to be everywhere and anywhere.”
He chuckles. “I need to be flexible in case the club needs me. Sometimes things are last minute.”
I nod my head in understanding.
I tell him what it was like growing up with the club, and he looks like he understands when I tell him that my family made it impossible for men or guys to ask me out.
I just shake my head. Of course, he would think that. I can’t blame him though because both he and Bullet have shown how possessive they are of me. When we are in public they make sure that everyone knows that I’m theirs. Man or woman, they don’t care; they always give off warning looks.
The dinner was amazing. I don’t think that I have ever had pasta that tasted so good.
We leave and head back to his house where he draws a hot bath for us to relax in. I sink back into him with a huge sigh. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a hot bath.
I know that this relationship could work with the three of us, but I still ask him if he’s okay with it.
“Are you sure that you are okay with the three of us together? Blake isn’t going to be a problem for you?” I say, a little hesitant.
He’s quiet for a moment so I start to worry. “Just be honest with me,” I say quietly.
“I didn’t think that I would be alright with it because when I came to claim you, I thought that I would have you to myself; but when I see you