Road turns to face me, and his hands, so familiar by now, settle on the small of my back. He might be sorry about disappointing his friends, but there isn’t even an ounce of regret in him. “It has nothing to do with him.”
“I do worry about their vote. Is execution possible, or are we looking at getting kicked out? And I’m not saying the latter isn’t serious. I know this is your home.”
His face twitches, brown eyes avoiding mine as he kisses my forehead. “Don’t think they’ll be willing to kill me, but who the fuck knows? Someone from the settlement could report this to the police. I think that would actually be the worst outcome.” He shrugs,so warm in my arms, his clothes so very smoky when I breathe in their scent. “Whatever happens, if you have the chance to go, you should do it. We can always meet at the lake house and regroup there.”
I snort, even though none of this is a laughing matter. “It’s hardly a house.”
“Well, it has a roof, and we had sex there. I think it counts,” Road says and taps the very top part of my ass, as if he were quietly playing the drums.
I hug him tighter. “Seriously though, how can you expect me to leave you behind? It’s like telling me to go without my heart.”
He laughs, but it sounds half-hearted. “We are such fucking saps. The me from a year ago would have mocked me without mercy, but while I know you are half-joking, it really feels good to hear that,” he tells me, meeting my gaze with a melancholic smile. “I still think you should use any opportunity. I did what I did, because I want you to be fine. Don’t want it to go to waste.”
“I’ll agree only if you do the same.”
His face falls. “That’s not fair. We both know I’m the one in deeper shit, because I started it and then actually offed the bastard.”
My heart sinks. Deep down, I know he’s right. “But Prophet’s not like my uncle, right? He’ll have your back in the end?”
Road exhales. “He always did. I don’t think any of the guys will want me dead. They’re more likely to let me leave for good. So we could meet. At the lake,” he adds and squeezes both my hands, eyes so very clear and intense when I sink into them.
I know it’s stupid and risky, but I want to connect with him before anyone comes back. I kiss him. Softly at first, then harder, I slide my tongue into his hot mouth, the adrenaline only fueling my excitement. What’s the worst that can happen? Someone walks in on us? I don’t give a fuck anymore.
Road stiffens, but just as I’m worried he’s not in the mood, his hands roll down and squeeze my ass, pulling me closer as he dives in, tasting my mouth as if this were the last time he’d get to do that. His weight pushes me back, and then I’m pressed to the thick bars, his solid presence blocking me from moving away.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Road says when we break apart to breathe.
I cup his face, aroused by the specks of blood on his cheek. “We’re never getting enough time. You’re always on my mind, and constantly out of reach. I want a month to ourselves where we get to fuck whenever we want to and justbe.”
Laughter. I love how he sounds when he’s amused, all rough and raspy, as if there was only a fraction of difference between grins and anger. “Count me in, Blue Eyes. We’d ride wherever the wind takes us, without a care in the world.”
“I never got to be open like this. I don’t have to posture with you. I can tell you I love you and not feel self-conscious about it. I never truly got to be myself before. The biker lifestyle was supposed to be freedom, but with the Butchers, it was shackles.”
Road nods, and his hands ride up my hips, squeezing me around the waist. “I think I’m done with that now. Don’t want to pretend so people accept me.”
I nip on his lip with a smirk. “I accept you. Inside me.” Just saying it makes me horny. I want him devouring me. I was ready before, I got comfortable with Road like with no one else, but Isaac’s death took away the fear I’ve lived with all those years. I’m so fucking free. It might be the adrenaline talking, but I don’t even miss my house right now.
Clean slate.
Road’s exhale sounds shaky, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t tempt me,” he whispers. “Especially that I don’t think I’ve gotten the memo just yet.”
“I know. I kept you at arm’s length for a while.” It’s what I needed at the time, but not anymore. Now that I know how it feels to be under Road, I want it again and again.
“You had no reason to trust me, really, and your previous try was…. you know,” he says, letting the words hang in the air as if we’re standing in Isaac’s shadow.
It makes me uncomfortable so I hide my face against his neck. “Don’t make me regret I told you. I don’t want you treating me like some broken thing. I like your confidence, how grabby you get. I like it rough and dirty. Don’t let him take that from me.”
Road’s chest expands as he inhales, and his hold on me tightens. “You don’t have, like, flashbacks when we do it? I just really don’t want to fuck anything up. Not between us.”
“I was nervous, but you made it good. You won’t fuck up. I want you too much.” I lick the scarred part of his ear, knowing how ticklish he is there. “Go on, grab my ass. I know you want to.”
I love the growl he utters when his hands take hold of my buttocks. He’s grabbing them as if he owns me, and he fucking does. Independence? Freedom? I’ll take them only if they involve Road holding me in place while he whispers the nastiest shit straight into my ear.
“We might have little time, but I want you right here, against the bars.”
It’s as if he’s read my mind. I pull away to look into his eyes, but I still press my dick against his thigh so he can feel me getting hard. “Show me. Their meeting will be longenough.” I don’treallyknow that, but I don’t give a fuck. If they open the door upstairs and hear us, they’ll probably stay there until we’re done anyway.
“That’s what you want? For me to take you here and not stop even if my whole club comes in?” he rasps, and I shiver when he kicks apart my feet. Fuck, he smells like leather, and smoke, and pine, and I want him buried deep inside me right the fuck now! I reach for his belt to unbuckle it quickly.