Page 57 of Sully

“I really like them too. Well, what I know of them so far.”

“Wait until you meet Vi and Willa and… all the others.”

He was saying it like he knew for sure I would get the chance to know them. Even if I was hyperaware that this situation between us was going to have an end point eventually. I couldn’t live in the clubhouse indefinitely. And, at some point, this guy who was a possible threat to me would be gone. I’d have no reason not to go home.

“What’s the dark cloud about?” Sully asked, watching me as he took a long sip of his hot chocolate. “Come on. You can tell me.”

“I hope I get a chance to meet them before… you know.”

“Before what?”

“Before I have to leave.”

Damn.

I shouldn’t have said ‘have to’ leave. That made me sound desperate to stay. And guys hated when women got desp—

“What does that have to do with anything?” Sully asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you silly goose, you,” Sully said, suddenly throwing an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer, then turning me into his chest. “You’re stuck with us now.”

Maybe I would have preferred if he said I was stuck withhimbut I was too busy feeling all warm and tingly being so close to him to be nitpicking.

“Unless you don’t want to be, obviously,” Sully said, arm holding me tight. “You have options. But speaking for us, we want to keep you.” There was a pause. Then, with his lips seemingly pressed to the top of my head, “I want to keep you.”

“Yeah?” I asked, hearing the neediness in my voice.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his hand starting to slide up and down my spine. While I lay there, listening to the comforting beat of his heart against my ear, feeling the warmth of him settling into me. “Bonnie,” he called, voice a soft caress. But there was a gentle command there that had me lifting my head.

The look in his bright blue eyes made my belly swoop as his hand moved up my back, over my shoulder, then up my jaw.

Heat sizzled up my spine and pooled between my legs.

His hand applied just the smallest bit of pressure, urging me upward.

If this was anyone else, I wasn’t sure I could do it. Lift up. Move closer. Give him the silent invitation he was seeking.

Then he was closing the distance, his lips landing softly on mine.

There was no stopping the soft moan that escaped me. And then Sully was moving, turning, rolling me under him.

He was a welcome weight that had me immediately spreading my legs to pull him between, had my arms going tightly around him. His lips pressed deeper, harder, grew more demanding. And I was too happy to give him anything he wanted.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, waiting for them to fall open before slipping inside, tasting of chocolate.

I whimpered against his lips as my hips rocked up against him, feeling his hardness against me. When I shifted, moving more fully against him, my hips rocking up, trying to get relief from the ache building in my core, a low, rumbling sound moved through him.

His lips broke away, his forehead pressing to mine as he took a slow, deep breath. Looking for control.

But that’s the last thing I wanted.

Emboldened by my own desire, by his reaction to it, my hands slid down his spine, then sank into his ass, dragging him more fully against me.

“Fuck, baby,” Sully groaned as I did another rock.

Sully ground down into me, the pressure dragging a ragged moan out of me.

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