Page 45 of Breaker

Lust, love, and fear run through me.

I bend my head, keeping eye contact with her wide ones as I gently glide my hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up, before finding her heat, the gusset wet. I hold in my groan as I push the lace aside, running two of my fingers over her pussy lips. Her breathing picks up as I gently touch my lips with hers and rasp, "Did you really think I'd let you walk away from me again after today?" I kiss her before whispering, "I'm done waiting around for you, Goldie. It's time I take back what's mine."

I kiss her hard, making her gasp, allowing me to shove my tongue into her mouth, groaning at her taste. I find her entrance with my fingers, and shove them inside her, making her stand on her tiptoes. I expect her to push me away, to scream at me, but instead, she lifts her fucking leg and wraps it around my hip, giving me better access as her injured arm goes around my neck. Our kiss heats up.

Fuck….

She moans against my mouth as I tilt my fingers and move them faster, hitting her G-spot and causing her to jerk her hips. The sounds of wetness echo through the late evening as her cunt flutters around my digits, making me moan against her mouth as our tongues grapple, my fingers thrusting faster. Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her cum flooding my fingers.

My heart races, my cock wanting his heat as her juices coat my hand.

As her orgasm ebbs, I slowly remove my fingers and break the kiss. We make eye contact as I lift my soaked fingers between us then suck them in my mouth, groaning at her taste, her eyes dilatating. And there's my sign.

One moment, we're looking into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, and the next, my lips are on hers, our mouths devouring one another, and her legs are wrapped around my waist as I blindingly walk us toward the entrance, ready to finally have her body again and hopefully put my baby in her belly so she can never leave.

Her fingers run through my hair as I get us to the stairwell, making my cock strain against my jeans, and me groan.

Fuck, I've missed her.

19

Breaker

I gently run my fingers through my girl's hair as she sleeps on my chest. It's nearing midnight, and she passed out about half an hour ago after we made love several times—against the wall near her door, over the kitchen table, on her couch, in her bed….

I've fucking missed her.

I missed her touch, smell, and the feel of her body against mine. I missed everything about her, and after getting that text about her being in the ER.…

It's time she realized what she means to me.

I continue petting her hair and kiss her head, inhaling her scent, before I slowly, reluctantly move out from beneath her.

She needs to wake with me gone to have that feeling of loss. Then, hopefully, she'll start to understand what it feels like to miss a part of you.

Her brows furrow as she grips the pillow I was laying on, making me smile. I kiss her head again, and then go to her living room, where my clothes are.

I grab my jeans off the floor near the couch and put them on, then grab my boots. I look around the space, noticing my shirt and hoodie near the kitchen. I grab the shirt and put it on, then grab my hoodie and take it over to her couch, leaving it draped over the back, knowing how much she used to love wearing it.

As soon as I'm dressed, I grab my cut from her coat rack and my phone, dialing a number as I walk out.

Tats answers as soon as I locked Quinn's door, sounding frustrated, "Please fucking tell me you've got someone for me to beat up…"

I laugh. "Let me guess, someone was a no-show."

He grunts. "I could be cuddled up in bed with my pregnant wife right now, feeling our boy move. Instead, I'm at the fucking parlor, waiting out the allotted time before I can leave. Otherwise, the bitch gets her deposit back."

I snort as I get to my truck and climb in. Looking at my girl's apartment window, a plan comes to mind, and I say, "Fancy a new customer?"

He hums and replies, "Come on down, brother, I'll set the chair up."

I thank him before hanging up, keeping my eyes on my girl's apartment. I start my truck up and mumble, "Get ready, Goldie, because your time spent running is over."

Fifteen minutes later, I walk into Tats' parlor, the black walls suiting the place. I ignore Alana, his new hire, as Cannon, a patched brother, shakes his head at the woman trying to give me “fuck me” eyes. I pat his back and head to Tats' room with my heart in my throat, ready for this part of my plan.

I stop in the doorway at the scene before me and raise a brow at the tatted badass biker and ask, "Brother, what the fuck are you doing?"

Tats stops spinning in circles in his chair while looking at the ceiling and grins. "Just waiting out my time." He stands and pats his black tattoo chair with his tatted hand. "I'm fucking bored, brother, and Vi fell asleep while talking to me on the phone. Sit your ass down."

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