Page 25 of Out for Blood

“I had to take care of the Nomads, they got into a little bit of trouble.”

“Because you left?”

I sighed, but I knew it was because I hadn’t done enough to make sure they were protected without my protection.

“Yeah, but they’re good now.”

“Will you leave again?” she asked. “To go back to being a Nomad?”

My chest just about exploded at the pain in her voice, as if she didn’t want me to leave, wanting me to stay here with her. Please, fuck. I’d never get over her if she chose to leave me now.

“I thought you didn’t want to be a club girl?”

My heart hammered in my chest. She could probably feel it under her fingertips. The feel of her soft skin tracing over my tattoo had my skin pebbling at the sweet touch.

“I don’t know what I want, Cooper. My whole life has been decided for me. You were the only one I wanted to choose for myself, but I am a mother. I have to make a decision that makes sense for those girls.”

“I know,” I said, sitting up and helping her to sit as well. “I’ll protect you and your girls, you know that, right?”

She nodded. “Yes, I know.”

“But you called Hawk and not me.”

She took a deep breath and sat up, looking up into my eyes. I could get lost in those deep green irises forever. Those same eyes that haunted my dreams. “I didn’t want you to do something stupid, and lose you all over again. I can talk Casey down from stupidity.”

“You think I’m stupid?”

Sheridan chuckled. “Yeah, you can be, especially when it comes to me.”

She was right. I would fucking gladly do a life sentence for her, and she knew it too. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me. Her lips met mine in a firm, yet soft kiss. A kiss that spoke when words failed me. Sheridan pulled me toward the bathroom without disconnecting from me. I scrambled to put her in the shower, finally unlatching from her. She pulled the nozzle for the water and let it fall over her, letting her hair wrap around her shoulders as she looked over at me with those come hither eyes.

How had I gone this long without coming back to her?

She’d been suffering all those years I’d been on the road, and it killed me that I hadn’t been here to protect her, to marry her, to be the father to her children.

“Are you jealous?” she asked me, putting her hands on her hips and looking over at me with an annoyed expression.

“Of what?”

“That I called Hawk and not you.”

“Yes. I am the one you call, Sheridan, you’re mine.”

The look in her eye changed when I said that she was mine, and I loved the way it affected her to know that.

“Then come here and spank me for it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. How the hell could I resist? My cock was already hard again for her.

I moved into the stall with her, closing the glass door and letting the hot water cascade over our bodies as I pulled her to me. I sucked on her wet neck, pulling her hair back from her skin as I suckled over her sensitive flesh. She hissed in pleasure, her arms wrapping around my neck as she moaned into my ear. Her breasts pushed up against my chest, her hips molding to my legs. I ran my hands down her back, loving how soft and pliable she was. I looked down at her tattoos, noticing she had more than I first thought. I would lick a path over every single line of those tattoos to show her just how much I wanted to own every part of her.

I moved my hands lower, under her ass, and pulled her up. She squealed in delight as she wrapped her legs around me. Her lips claimed mine as I pushed her against the cold wall, moving my hand below us to push my cock into her. She sank down on it, her pussy eating up my length. She moaned into my mouth, and I lavished her mouth with my tongue. She held onto my neck as I bounced her up and down on my cock. My hand moved down between us to play with her clit. She screamed out, her head leaning back against the tiles as the water ran down between us, splashing over my hand and onto her clit as well. Her pussy was squeezing me already as I tried not to cum too fast. The sound of her in pleasure was music to my ears. I could feel my balls start to tingle, wanting to empty into her again.

I wanted to do this every damn day for the rest of our lives.

We’d already missed out on close to two decades. I was not missing another day without her.

Sheridan gasped, water splashing into her mouth as she groaned out her release. I could feel her pussy clench down on my cock like a vice, sending me hurtling over the edge too. We stood there with the water running over us, trying to catch our breath.

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