Page 66 of Loco

“Soon as I walked in my room and saw that shit on my bed I got rid of it. Got a new mattress, too.”

I could see the truth in his eyes.

“Just wish you hadn’t run. I’m not going to apologize for my past, Millie. I was honest with you from the start. But people can change, baby. Make better choices. Replace bad habits with good ones. Since the moment I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I haven’t wanted anyone else but you. I haven’t fucked anyone but you either.”

“I be—” I bit my words off. I’d started to say that I believed him, but then I recalled what I’d seen when I’d walked in on him and that woman. They might not have been fucking but she was still there, naked and fingering herself. I wasn’t stupid. Men got off on that kind of thing. Doubt lingered that he would have fucked her if I hadn’t shown up.

“I’m sorry, babe. Sorry for fucking up. Sorry you walked in on that shit.”

I let his words sink in. His apology sounded sincere but I wasn’t quite ready to forgive him. I wanted to make him grovel a little more. “Go on.”

“When I realized you were gone and probably not coming back, I convinced myself it was for the best. This relationship shit is hard fucking work.”

We both smiled at that.

“Tried to convince myself you’d given me an out by taking off. Drank myself into believing any woman would satisfy me, make my dick happy.”

I rolled my eyes.

He continued. “I brought Kelly up to my room to prove something.” He hesitated, and I sensed that he was about to say something important. Setting his drink down, he scooted closer to me. “I couldn’t even get it up without closing my eyes and thinking of you, baby. I didn’t lay a fucking finger on her. I threw her out as soon as you left.” A snort escaped him. “I spent the last two weeks drinking and whining to my brothers, too fucking stubborn to come to you and make it right.”

The image of that made me laugh, a big, tough biker like Loco crying--not literally, of course--to his brothers. He watched me closely, and I realized that he was waiting for me to respond. Did I believe him? That he hadn’t touched Kelly? I recognized the truth in his eyes. Heard it in his voice. It occurred to me that he had no reason to go to such lengths to cover up a lie, and deep down I believed him to be an honest man.

“I believe you,” I said softly. “Looks like we both misunderstood the situation.” And made it worse by not talking it out.

Loco took my glass and set it down on the table, and then took my hands into his. “I want you, baby, and only you. I want you in my bed, on the back of my bike, and in my life.”

I felt tears burning my eyes at his passionate declaration and managed to choke out, “I want that, too.”

“No more letting the past come between us. I can’t change it. If you have concerns, you talk to me instead of stewing on it or jumping to fucking conclusions. Can you do that?”

I could only nod, too choked up to get the words out. We were going to be okay.

“Good. Now come here.”

He pulled me toward him as he relaxed back, and the next thing, I knew I was laying down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me as I relaxed against him.

“I don’t intend to go through this shit again. I fucking missed you, darlin’. I don’t plan on going without you this long again either, unless it’s club business that takes me away.”

The entire time he talked, his hand ran up and down my back in a soothing caress. I snuggled into him contentedly, breathing in his scent where my nose was pressed up against his neck. I noticed him grin out of the corner of my eye.

“Fuck, this relationship shit is work,” he complained mockingly.

I smacked him lightly on the arm. “It’s worth it.”

He reared back to look down at me. “You think?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, baby, it is.”

He pulled me up close enough to kiss me. It was more like a peck, affectionate without the heat. But that didn’t last long. It had been too long for us, and when Loco went to pull away from his initial peck, he changed his mind at the last second and added more pressure. That was all it took, and we began kissing with all the pent-up emotions of the last two weeks. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. As soon as our tongues tangled we moaned and got lost in a hot minute of seeing who could consume the other the fastest.

Loco kissed me like a man who’d been starved for too long, desperate and hungry as he tried to quench his thirst. While his mouth claimed mine, his strong hands began to travel up and down my body over my clothes. I was doing the same, relearning the feel of his tight, sculpted body. It was enough that we were together again.

His mouth went back and forth from being tender and slow to rough and demanding. He sucked at my lips, nibbled at them until they were swollen and slightly achy, but in a good way. I curled my nails into him, craving more. My blood was on fire. My heart was pounding erratically. I felt my core clench with arousal, and I found myself grinding my lower body into his. More than once Loco thrust up with a deep groan, aiming his hard-on right against my clit.

God, I wanted him! But our relationship had to be about more than just sex. As turned on as I was right then, I was afraid to give too much too soon. Maybe I was a glutton for punishment, but I needed time to see if this was really going somewhere. Loco’s words came back to me. We’d both agreed that we wanted to be in each other’s lives. Time would prove the strength of those feelings. If it were any other time we would have already been fucking by now, but I had to admit that I wasn’t really ready for that.

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