Saturday morning s*x followed by breakfast in bed may have to become a new routine. There's also nothing sexier than Callahan bringing me a breakfast tray while wearing sweats, no shirt, and an apron— just saying. Today, I have the added bonus of being allowed out of the clubhouse. Granted, we have a f*****g entourage, and technically we're going to an Emerald Isle business, but I haven't been out of the clubhouse in almost two months, so this is a big deal for me.
Callahan won't tell me where we're going either, just that it's still on club property. Timber, Grey, and Claddagh are with us, along with Adonis. We're in the truck, and the guys are on bikes— Timber and Adonis ahead of us, Grey and Claddagh behind us. Heading into town, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. De
