Page 45 of Kneeling to Candy

All I’ve ever wanted is for her to be mine. I thought my actions screamed I wanted her since the first day I entered this closet.

I must not be answering fast enough for her liking. Candy’s face morphs from worried to indifferent in less than a second. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she turns her back on me.

“Fine. I get it. You were looking to get laid like all the rest. I read too much into what I thought we had.”

The fuck she say?

Angrier than I’ve been in ages, I grab Candy by the shoulder, not enough to hurt her, but enough to spin her ass back around to face me. There’s no way I’m letting her give me the cold shoulder like she does with everyone else, not until she explains what she means.

She gasps with surprise when I get in her face, growling, “Don’t turn your back on me. I may like you ordering me around, but I’m not above bending you over my knee and tanning your hide for not giving me a chance to say my piece. You, of all people, know it takes some effort to get my words out. So grant me a little grace. If I wanted to get my dick wet, I’d find an easy hole. Don’t you dare discredit what we shared last night as any of your other past hookups. Your words took me by surprise, is all.”

“Surprised you how?” she asks in a whisper, her voice trembling a tad.

“Because they make no damn sense,” I hiss back in frustration. “Of course I fucking want you. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. You think I get on my knees for anyone? Do I murder mobsters in the dead of night for anyone else? You think I dedicate all my free time to tracking the other motherfuckers who hurt you because I don’t want you? Do I worship anyone else besides you?”

Candy’s mouth flounders like a fish out of water. For once, I’ve got her at a loss for words.

I gently shake her by the shoulders, trying to loosen the reason she’s got clogged up in her head somewhere.

“Think, you stubborn woman. I want you more than the heart in my chest that beats only for you.”

By the time I’ve finished speaking my piece, I’m panting with exertion from talking so fast, afraid if I hadn’t rushed my words, she’d be out the door.

“This isn’t friends with benefits?” she asks, with a slight tremble in her full lips.

“Don’t insult what we have with emotionless bullshit relationship statuses like fuck buddies,” I grit heatedly through my teeth.

“But when I mentioned the stupid wedding dream, you acted like I put a real ball and chain on your ankle.”

The wedding dream that wasn’t a dream? Yeah, it scared me because she couldn’t recall it actually happening.

I’ll come back to the marriage topic after I set her straight on my feelings.

“I’m your man—your biker boy. You’re my goddess. And it better sink into your pretty little head real fast, or it won’t be me tied to the bed, begging to be fucked into oblivion.”

Candy sniffles, her tense face softening. “Butch…”

It takes everything in me not to force my tongue down her throat. Candy deserving control is the only thing holding me back.

“May I kiss you, Goddess?” I grate against my raw throat.

Her shoulders shake with silent sobs. “We need to talk.”

I blink at her. “Uh, I thought we just did?”

My woman places her shaky hands on my chest. “Before we take this relationship a step further, I need to clear the air.”

“O-kaaay,” I say, confused, instantly on high alert—again.

Candy sucks in a few shaky breaths before blurting out, “I don’t want kids.”

Kids? Where is this coming from?

This conversation is throwing me around like a twister, one surprise after another.

“Look,” Candy says, grabbing my attention, “I don’t want to share myself with anyone other than my partner.”

“I don’t want to share myself with anyone other than my partner, too,” I parrot, my feelings on parenthood aligned with my woman’s.

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