Page 162 of Fight or Flight
“Same, but it isn’t.” He gives my hand a little squeeze. “What are we going to do about the house leadership?”
“What do you mean?”
“How can we be leaders if we’re together?”
“There’s nothing in the rules that says we can’t be,” I tell him. “So anyone who has a problem with it can fuck all the way off, or get the fuck out.”
“You really think it’s going to be that simple?”
“Yup.”
“This is another one of those times where your arrogance is comforting.”
“Is it arrogance if it’s true?”
He grins, but instead of saying anything, he leans in and kisses me again.
This time things don’t stay sweet for long, and by the time we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard and Shane is practically in my lap.
“Bed?” he asks.
“Bed,” I agree. “We’ll deal with everything in the morning.”
“Morning?”
“You’re staying over,” I tell him.
“I am?” He grins again, wider this time. “What about Jax?”
“He’s staying at Myles’s, so we have the place to ourselves.”
He climbs off my lap and yanks me up off my chair. “I hope your neighbors don’t mind noise.”
“No neighbors,” I tell him with a grin. “The room next door is empty, and so is the one across from us.”
“How the fuck did you manage that?” He pulls me toward my bed. “Hacking?”
“Hacking,” I confirm.
He laughs and shoves me down on the mattress. “Thank fuck for small favors, because I’m not in the mood to be quiet.”
I grip his thighs as he straddles my hips and presses his hard cock down on mine. “Good, because neither am I.”
He wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them to the bed. “Bring it.”
I lean up and press a kiss against his lips. “Gladly.”
Smiling, Shane kisses me hard and deep, and I lie back against the bed and enjoy his attentions while I wait for my moment to turn the tables on him and see just how deeply I can make him blush when I make good on my earlier promise.
I might not be able to feel things like other people, but I know deep down in my soul that Shane is the one exception to that rule.
He might be mine, but I’m also his, and I dare anyone to try and get between us, because I guarantee it will be the last thing they do.
EPILOGUE
Three years later
Jace
