Loving Me, Trusting You(37)

Still, I can see the way she swallows. I notice the way she adjusts herself, so that she's straddling my lap. We both do.

“I don't want anything from you,” she tells me, and I listen because, no matter what I say, she's mine and I'm hers. That's it. It's woven into the tapestry of the universe. It's f*ckin' fate. I touch her high cheekbone, run my fingers down that sculpted jaw to the point of her chin. When I kiss her, it's just a brush of flesh on flesh. I don't press it, don't force it. I beckon and she comes, willingly. That's all I want.

Her tongue crashes into mine and her fingers scramble at my back, digging into the fabric of my shirt and yanking it up and over, past our hungry mouths until she tosses it onto the floor in a soggy heap. Her hands run down my chest and caress my muscles, feeling them contract as she moves. I let her see the pleasure and the desire in my face, but I don't do a damn thing. I just wait, letting her set the pace because I know that's what she needs.

When she reaches down for my pants, I let out a groan of relief. She doesn't waste another second, sliding down along me until I'm pressed so firmly against her that it's hard to tell where one of us begins and one ends. Just as it should be.

Her arms come around my neck and our eyes lock. As she slides up and down my shaft, soaking me with her juices, squeezing me tight, I just watch her. I watch and I look and I listen. And when she comes, soaking me, drenching the floor with her essence, I wait. Only until after I'm sure she's at the edge again do I let myself go. And when I come, when I spill my seed inside of her, I know for damn f*cking sure that somebody's going to pay for what they've done.





“I ain't going to apologize for it,” I say when we roll into the next town. Austin keeps throwing me nasty looks, and Beck is laughing his ass off. Wait till he actually finds out why Austin is looking at me like that. The teasing will never f*cking stop. “What makes you think you're any better?” Austin just shakes his head at me, blonde hair dripping with sweat. It is hot as shit out here, that's for sure. I've never been to Fort Walton, but already my impression isn't the best. The whole place looks dirty and dusty, like none of the buildings have ever seen a drop of rain or the sidewalks a broom. Kind of freaks me out.

“I never said I was better, just that I don't get caught.” He tosses me a wink and kisses Amy full on the lips before helping her off the bike. If the * hasn't told her he loves her yet, I'm going to kick his ass. He has no idea how good he's got it. The girl he loves doesn't mind loving him, fell into it pretty easy if you ask me. Mine's … a bit more complicated.

Our plans are all helter-skelter, that's for sure. From what I gathered at this morning's meeting, the majority of the group is staying at the hotel while the rest of us meet up with Broken Dallas. They don't know we're here, so we're taking a pretty big risk with this. If they decide they don't want us here, things could get bad. Austin and Kimmi seem pretty confident. They've worked with them before, so I guess they know what they're doing, but I never trust other MCs. More often than not, if they can f*ck you, they will.

“You want to stay at the hotel?” I ask Mireya, but she won't even look at me. She's ashamed, I think, and maybe a little embarrassed, too. Opening up to someone like that isn't easy, I know. I try not to smile at her since I know it'll only make things worse and shrug my shoulders, slipping a cigarette between my lips. “I hope we're bringing firepower,” I say around my smoke as I light up. “I'd rather not spend the rest of the weekend dead.”

“Thanks for the boost of confidence, Gaine,” Austin says, tucking Amy against his side before grabbing their bags and swinging them onto his opposite shoulder. “Now tell me, why isn't your ass staying behind?” I laugh as I watch him move away, all the while perfectly aware that Mireya's watching me, eyes boring into my back. If I didn't know better, I might just say she was interested.

“Because without me, there'd be nobody to make all the logical decisions.” I give Austin a grin and blow smoke his way before stepping away from my bike and trying to forget Mireya Sawyer for a moment. On the one hand, I feel kind of elated. I mean, it seems like she might be getting to a point where she's ready to accept me, but on the other, I feel like I'm smothering her, drowning her in my affections. It's a f*cking nightmare.

“You want to tell me why Austin's raggin' on you so damn much?” Beck whispers as he comes up beside me. His green eyes are sparkling mischievously, so I'm guessing he has some idea. Best way to deal with Beck is to stay confident and not show a lick of shame. Second he senses any weakness, he's like a cougar on a doe's back.

“Some old as f*ck couple with a bundle of sticks shoved up their asses filed a complaint on Mireya and me for f*ckin' in the stairwell.” I shrug like it's no big deal and pull my cigarette from my mouth. Beck starts to laugh, rubbing at the red stubble on his jaw and shaking his head like he's never heard anything so funny.

“Hey, step off and f*ck off,” Mireya growls, storming past him in a wave of sweet perfume and raven hair. She doesn't even look like the girl I made love to last night, the one who stared me straight in the face and let it all hang out. They could be sisters maybe, but there ain't nobody on this earth that would believe this woman sobbed in my arms last night. I take a drag, but I don't say anything. One wrong move now could ruin everything.