Page 113 of Havoc
“I told him no, of course. He’s lucky the club is showing any leniency after what he participated in. But he argued with me until I finally left.” She sighs. “I just don’t get it. He’s the one who was working with them all these years, but he thinks he can judge me for my choices. You’re nothing like Titan.”
“Maybe he can’t see that yet.” I reach for her hand. “You were there for a year, but he was there longer. I don’tknow that he’ll ever understand bikers can be anything other than what the Iron Sinners were.”
“Maybe you’re right.” She glances inside. “But he’s no better.”
That much, I agree with. But I’ve been trying to temper my thoughts on Anderson since he’s Aimee’s father. The only reason the club is letting him walk out of here is because of her. That and the fact that we know his name is now on the FBI’s radar, so he’ll get what’s coming to him eventually without me having to piss my girl off in the process.
“I’m glad you talked to him, regardless of the outcome.”
Aimee pops up from her seat. “I did, and now I’m done.”
“My wife…”—I step closer, grabbing her chin—“is a fucking firecracker, and I love her for it.”
“That didn’t sound like a compliment, Mr. Colson.”
“You want a better one, Mrs. Colson?” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Get in bed and spread your legs, and I’ll compliment you all day long.”
“You promise?” She grins, taking a step back. “You know I’ll hold you to it.”
She’s backing away again, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. If the clubhouse weren’t humming with people, I might tell her to run so I could chase her. Instead, she lures me inside with lust in her eyes.
“You better,” is all I say as I follow her to our bedroom.
37
Aimee
Levi picks me upthe second we reach the bedroom door and sweeps me into his arms.
“When are you going to stop doing that?”
“Never.” He kisses me as he unlocks the door.
“I find that hard to believe. Newlywed bliss is bound to wear off eventually.”
He kicks the door shut behind him, tossing me onto the bed and already aiming for the button on my pants. “I’ve been in love with you for over a decade, and nothing has worn off yet.”
“Fourteen years in which we didn’t see each other.”
“Don’t remind me.” He glares, stripping my pants off.
Levi grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and I let out a shriek as my ass hits the edge.
“Enough being difficult, firecracker.” He drops to his knees. “You want to keep running your mouth, then you can beg forme.”
He dives between my legs, and I lose the words on my tongue. My nails dig into his hair as I wrap my legs around his thick shoulders, and maybe he’s right because I could never get tired of this.
His tongue draws a slow infinity where I’m most sensitive, and a spark starts shooting through my veins. The stubble on his chin rubs against me, contrasting with his mouth soothing me, and I can barely hang on through the sensations.
“Levi.” I tip my head back as he reaches up and shoves my shirt up to grab my breast. “Fuck.”
“You want to come, Aimee?” He drags his tongue over me, slowly nipping at my inner thigh. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please.” He inches higher. “Please make me come.”
He chuckles, knowing that there’s only one way I’ll stop being difficult, and it’s when he drops down between my legs. Whatever his tongue does is magic.
Two fingers thrust in, and he curls them just right. Stroking me until I come completely undone. He swirls his tongue, driving deeper with a third finger. And when I meet his stare, I detonate.
