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“It’ll work out somehow,” Road says and pulls my trembling hand to his lips, leaning back as if I were his favorite chair. Despite the somber atmosphere, I find myself smiling at the comfort of this moment. Now that my body is used to the hot water, it feels like we’re both floating in zero gravity, away from whatever real life might bring. I curl around my man, savoring his presence after missing it for what felt like forever. I don’t know how he’s managing to stay so calm and keep reassuring me when I’m this emotional wreck, but soon his calm seeps into me where our skin is touching and clears my head.
I kiss his shoulder as I stroke his chest, so amazed that he is here with me. Alive. “So… what now? What was that husband talk about?” Even that is less stressful than what we had to discuss before.
Road glances over his shoulder, but it only lasts a split second, offering me the best view on the dark flush climbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I want them to treat you with respect. This way, they’ll have to. It makes sense.”
I kiss his nape. “‘Makes sense’?That’syour proposal?” I tease even though I’m bewildered by this concept. I know biker life though, and if his club is anything like mine, I understand where he’s coming from.
He lets out a helpless roar, then splashes his face and rises to twist in the tub so we can see each other with ease. Warm droplets cascade down his neck and wide chest, but I can’t follow their trail, not when he’s staring at me with eyes so intense I feel not just naked but stripped to my core.
“Fine, it’s stupid, but I want you to myself. I don’t want no other guy thinking you’re up for grabs. And I want to know that you want that too,” he says breathlessly, kneeling between my spread legs.
I sigh and slide my hands down his sides. I love how he’s built. A wall between me and the world, the tattoos and bruises on him like the best graffiti. But it’s his confidence,his unbreakable bond with me that makes me say, “yes. No one else would do.” I’m so entranced by his dark eyes I don’t even blink. “I want all of you, all the time.”
He shrinks, exhaling, as if he were braced for rejection until I confirmed that I don’t in fact want to run away from him. “Yes to what? Getting married?” he asks, still cautious.
I bite back a smile. My life is in ruins, and yet this moment still feels like distilled joy pumped into my veins. This amazing, brave guy wants me. “Yes. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”
He reaches back, holding both hands at the back of his head, watching me with his lower lip stuck between his teeth. “Okay then... yeah, let’s do that,” he says and, after a moment’s hesitation, grabs my face, leaning in for a kiss so deep and intense, I feel it even in my toes.
I slide lower in the bath, wrapping my arms around his neck. Absolute bliss. Even my bruises don’t hurt now. My whole body awakes to his touch and I’m gonna grasp this happiness for as long as it lasts.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “And loved our sex too, Roadie. I want it again. I want to feel you inside me.”
He’s pressing his forehead to mine now and shoves one arm under me as he inhales, staring back at me in helpless wonder. My hair’s floating in the water, but he keeps my face above the surface. While he says nothing at first, I can see every intense emotion reflecting in his gaze.
“Oh shit,” he mumbles, briefly closing his eyes. “Oh fuck…”
I like being able to express that to him and not feeling self-conscious about wanting to bottom. His excitement becomes pretty prominent, so I reach for his dick and wrap my fingers around it. A groan of satisfaction escapes my lips. This guy will be my fuckinghusband? I never imagined such a thing, but now I feel like I hit the jackpot.
“Lost for words, big guy?” I squeeze his cock for good measure.
Road nods, sucking in his lower lip as I give him a slow stroke. “You definitely know how to keep me quiet,” he tells me, gaze intense as he pushes me up in the tub and then slides his middle finger inside his mouth. I’m so startled it takes me two seconds to realize he’s pulled off one of his silver rings with his teeth. It’s a thick band made out of segments reminiscent of a human spine.
My suspicions are confirmed when I spot a skull with two ruby eyes at the front. “It’s the best one I have right now,” he says, sliding the ring onto my finger.
I like that it isn’t dainty. Like Road. It’s also very like us that he’s putting a ring on me while my other hand is on his dick. I hope my flush can be attributed to the hot water we’re in.
I smirk at him. “It’s perfect. I remember you had it on when you punched me more than once. Now it’s mine.”
He laughs and presses his lips to mine, and while the kiss doesn’t last, it leaves me breathless with my need for him. “Well, I’m never punching you again, so you can have it this way, Blue Eyes.” A heartbeat passes. “Bed?”
I nod and let go of his dick. “Gimmie a second longer in here?” I pray he doesn’t ask why, because I’m not yetthatcomfortable with some of the details of sex with him, but he gives me a kiss and gets up, which brings his stiff dick very close to my face. It’s dripping water, and I dampen my lips as I see it swing out of reach when Road steps out of the water.
“I’ll be next door,” he says, placing his palm on my chest, and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him.
I love him so much. All of him. The brash side, the sexy side, the violent parts, and the unexpected layers of softness and compassion under all the muscle and tattoos.
Chapter 38
Road
I’mgladmysheetswere changed while I was in the hospital. They feel crisp and smell nice as I roll the comforter down and sit on the bed, checking if everything looks all right for Clyde. The lube’s already on the bedside table, and my things are in order, so I lie on my back and digest each of the many things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours. It sure as hell feels like it’s been longer.
Even now, each second stretches while I wait to hear the door move, and the familiar, elegant footsteps. I’ve never been with anyone particularly classy, but Clyde? He has this dignity about him, and I want to deconstruct it with each forceful thrust.
Desire tickles my insides, and I absentmindedly stroke my cock while staring at the ceiling. I didn’t expect Clyde to ever find out what drove me to execute his older brother, but the fact that he knows, and that this secret won’t ever become a wedge between us again is pure relief.
Despite expecting him to be a normal person and condemn Roy’s actions, the extent of his rage came as a surprise. I don’t think Clyde knows Luna personally, not like me, who babysat her as I recovered from my injuries a long time ago when Prophet first brought me here. This compassion he has is what’s special about him. Sure, I appreciate he’s a hot guy, and the way he makes me feel, but this softness he has is what makes loving him so easy.
