Page 125 of Savage Outlaw

He wanted that with the woman who was now washing her hands after she flushed. She was sending him side glances and then to the two sticks on the countertop.

“Come here to me, baby.” She slid over and wrapped her arms around him. Peace pulsed through his chest cavity when he felt her warmth up against him. He let his lips drift to her temple. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

She laughed and dug into his ribs. “Sure, I bet you say that to all the women you watch use the bathroom.”

There was his sassy woman. He dropped a kiss to her lips. “You took my bathroom virginity.” This made her laugh again and Butcher used that moment to pop her little ass onto the counter and step into the space her open legs made. He grasped her hips and put their faces together.

“I want you to know something, Roux.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

She sneaked her hands under the hem of his t-shirt, sending riots of heat through her fingers into his torso. He was a sick bastard to want to fuck her right here while his girl was all messed up. He loved her and he desired her, that was never changing. He’d accept being a sick bastard because he’d fuck his woman any time of the day.

“You are the best thing in my life. I wish to God I hadn’t tried to do the right thing by leaving you alone. I want those four years back.”

“Me too.” She said fast, squeezing him.

“We’re here now and I know you’re scared, baby, but I want you to know, no matter what, it’s you and me. There’s no need to panic ‘cause we already got the best of the best right here.”

There was the slightest tremble to her lower lip before she tucked it under her teeth.

A life wasn’t anything if he didn’t have his Roux with him. He’d gone too long without her and felt fucking miserable, like he’d only been half awake. Could he cope with no kids for the rest of his life? Could he deal if she didn’t want to keep this baby? It would hurt like fucking hell, no denying that, but being without Roux was not even an option.

Butcher would choose Roux over anything and anyone.

She was it.

The top tier.

The grand prize.

His pedestal heaven.

Kids would be a bonus, sure.

Everything that came after Roux was the icing on what was already his idyllic cake.

So he’d deal. He’d always support her choices.

“I love you,” she breathed the words into his chest and he felt his mouth twitching. When she got sweet, it did a number on him.

“If I could grab handfuls of the world and rearrange it to make you happy, I’d do it. What would make you happy, Cookie? Tell me.”

“You. You make me happy.”

“Lucky then you already have me.”

“You could try and get along with my dad. That would make me happy too.”

Fucks sake. She chuckled and he edged up the corner of his mouth because how the fuck could a man refuse anything his woman wanted? Not Butcher. He wasn’t lying, he might as well be her very obedient pet. “You are a little shit to ask me that,” she grinned wider and snuggled into his body. “It wasn’t your dad’s lungs which got kicked out, baby. I never had a problem withhim. He’s got one with me.”

Being civil with Axel was like trying to put a friendship bracelet on a snapping alligator. The guy had a fucking attitude a mile long. Sure, he could understand his point of view. Sort of. But he hadn’t even given Butcher a chance. No man would love Roux like he did. That was a fucking fact.

“Please try for me.” She coaxed, knowing full well she had him in the palm of her hand. Especially now with two piss sticks in the background determining their future.

“Fine. We can invite him over for burgers one night and I’lltry.”

“Steak. He likes steak.”

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