Page 85 of Wild Night

Justin is smart. He knows he didn’t do anything, but that doesn’t take away the guilt. Guiding my car into a parking spot, I turn the engine off and then face him. Thankfully, he doesn’t make a move to exit or anything. He faces me, his eyes on mine.

“You’re here for your safety, Posey. I need to know that you’re safe while we work on figuring out who the fuck did this shit.”

I cup his cheek. “I’m worried about your recovery,” I whisper.

He raises his good arm, wrapping his fingers around my wrist before he turns his head slightly and places a kiss on the center of my palm. My eyes slide closed, and I let out a whimper. I mean, it’s hot as shit—beyond hot.

I feel his lips smile against my skin, then the warmth of his soft lips is gone, and I open my eyes to see him watching me. Staring at me, smiling at me. Somehow, my irritation completely melts away and is replaced with desire. His nostrils flare, and I know he senses the shift around us.

“Princess, I have to talk to everyone and see where they stand. Then you can fuck me.”

“Justin,” I hiss, my cheeks heating from his words.

He lets out a small laugh. “I can practically taste how badly you want me, Posey. Which is a good thing because I want you just as fucking badly, if not more.”

I bite the corner of my bottom lip as my gaze flicks from his to the door of the clubhouse, then back to his. His lips twitch into a smirk, and he shakes his head before he speaks.

“You climb on my cock right here, someone is going to come out of that building and watch, maybe even gather a crowd. They won’t be embarrassed or ashamed in the slightest for watching.”

My eyes widen at his words, and my breath quickens. I would be embarrassed, not ashamed, because I’m in a relationship with the man I love, but I would seriously be embarrassed if any of those guys watched me having sex with him.

“Maybe I can wait,” I mutter.

He laughs softly. “Yeah, princess, maybe we can wait.”

“Please tell me you’re not going to hurt yourself, stressing and working to the point where you land yourself back in that hospital bed. I could live my whole life without seeing you in there again.”

And that’s the truth of it. Seeing him in that bed, his arm in a cast, while pacing that waiting room and waiting to find out if he’d ever meet our baby or not. Wondering if I’d ever get to kiss him again. It almost did me in. I can’t go through it ever again.

Justin lifts his hand, and when I feel his thumb swipe beneath my eye, I realize he’s wiping tears away. I didn’t realize I’d been crying. He leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead. I close my eyes.

God.

Forehead kisses.

So good.

“Okay, Posey. I won’t work too hard, I promise. Just desk work.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

Ideally, I don’t want him to work at all, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers, and I’m definitely the beggar here, at least in this situation. Right now, I feel like I’m going to be begging big-time—huge.

IVY

When we walk into the clubhouse, the room erupts into cheers. There are men and women everywhere. I’m not used to it being so full of people unless there’s an actual party. And since we’re on fucking lockdown, this is just our crew right now.

Dakota rushes toward Posey and wraps her arms around her. Only then do I release my grasp on her hand. I watch as Posey wraps her arms around Dakota, and then Bullet appears.

“Glad to have you back,” he murmurs.

“Did you get Posey’s things?” I ask.

His lips twitch, and he tilts his head to the side. “Dakota got it all. Everything she could think of to get. Which was her whole fucking bag, since she didn’t unpack anything yet.”

“Good,” I murmur.

Bullet jerks his chin. “My office,” he mutters.

---