Cracker’s POV
I was sitting on my porch when the soft roar of a motorcycle sounded. I hated how my stomach did a turn in excited anticipation just hearing that sound. Only for it a second later to form tight knots, knowing who was coming up my driveway…
I looked up and--- god, why did he have to look so damn good?! I couldn’t even bash the guy, because he was f*****g perfect! Even with his arm in a sling, his hair disheveled, and a slight limp, he still looked ready for a photo shoot.
“Cracker!” he called out, walking up to me. “We---!”
“Max,” I sighed, not in the mood for more bullshit today. “Intruder!”
Instantly my big fluffy beast came to my defense and perhaps despite being a bit confused as to why he was barking at Steel he stood his ground. I’d spent a lot of time training the
