Page 94 of Timeless

“We keep it from Jack until we are serious. We have tried so many times and failed. So, I don’t want to get his hopes up.” She swallowed sharply.

I nodded. “Yeah, of course. But we won’t be failing this time.” I felt like I had to point that out to her. “And the other condition?”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Just the one condition.” She didn’t want to tell me, which meant it was really bothering her.

I got into her bed. “Amber, what’s the other condition?”

She turned her back to me, and I slid my arm under her head and the other around her waist, bringing her back to my chest. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her bare shoulder.

“No. You won’t be able to do it. So, no point asking. Just keeping it from Jack is the main one.” Her voice was soft and I heard something I hated hearing in her voice. Pain.

“I will be able to do it. So, tell me.” My fingers were tracing circles on her stomach. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t hold back on me now.”

“I just, I know you will anyway, so there is no point asking. But… I don’t want you to… just do what you always do.”

“You don’t want me leaving?”

She sighed. “I know you will anyway, so there is no point even saying it.” The way she said that, almost as if she was preparing herself for me to disappear one day, maybe soon, or maybe later. Regardless, she was expecting me to just disappear.

“I’m not leaving you or Jack, ever.”

She wasn’t believing me, and her body was tense. “Don’t set yourself up to fail. We both know you are a biker at heart. And bikers ride in and out of your life.”

She really thought that?

“You think I’m going to ride in and out of your life?”

“That’s what you do.” She frowned. “Surely, you’ve seen the pattern by now?”

“Amber.” I needed to make this very clear to her. “Death is the only thing that will pull me from being in your life again. If the club even starts to affect our relationship, I’ll walk.”

I was so fucking serious right now. I’d had six years to think of what I would do if I got another chance with her. Nothing was as important as her. Not the club. Not my reputation. Nothing. I wasn’t going to be away from her or Jack.

She stared at me, looking slightly stunned. “Oh, my god, you are serious.” The disbelief in her voice was clear. “You are serious right now. Your face, your expression. Everything tells me you are serious.” She went to get up but I pushed her back down.

“I had six years to think of what I would do if I got you back. So, yes. I’m serious.” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her shocked lips. “We will take it slow. I won’t rush you. And we will keep it from Jack. Now you need to go to sleep.”

I went to let her turn back on her side. Then one of her hands went to the back of my neck and she pulled me down. Forcing her lips on mine. She wasn’t gently kissing me. She wasn’t soft.

“Jax, kiss me back now,” she growled, and then went back to attacking my lips.

I started kissing her but she was aggressive, demanding, and I fucking loved it. I groaned. I knew she wasn’t thinking clearly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said, trying to get a break from her attack. “You need to sleep.”

She pushed me on the shoulders, forcing me on my back, and straddling me. All while kissing me. She wasn’t slowing down.

God, she was going to kill me. I wanted this. She would have to know I wanted this. But not like this. Not now.

I pushed her back. “Amber, we can’t have sex.”

“What? Why? You getting a better offer somewhere else?” She was immediately defensive.

I smiled, “Sweetheart.” I pushed her hair over her shoulders, getting it out of the way. “I want to fuck you over and over. Trust me, it has been on my mind for six years. But I want you doing it with a clear head.”

“You seriously turning me down?” She sat up. “All because I haven’t had some sleep?”

God, my eyes were on her breasts. Was she doing it on purpose? I groaned. “Amber, I’ve been in prison for six years, babe. And you sitting on my dick like this, with your breasts in my face. I’m a man! Do you really think I want to be turning you down?”

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