Page 63 of Savior

Lauren grinned before pulling the hem of her tank top up and over her head in response. I fought to keep my eyes focused on her face, and not on the pale pink nipples practically begging to be in my mouth.

She crooked a finger at me, and I leaned in until her warm breath was against my ear. Her teeth nipped along the lobe before she whispered, “Every. Single. One.”

I straightened and pulled her closer to the edge of the tailgate.

She watched me through hooded eyes as I pressed my lips to her belly before moving up to capture a nipple between my teeth. My hands, rough with calluses from woodworking, brushed against her tits, pulling a series of low moans from her lips.

I pulled back, letting myself take it in. It was a sight I wanted to remember forever.

That mane of red hair tossed back in ecstasy…

The pale skin of her tits, nipples harder than diamonds, thrust up toward the star-covered sky…

And her belly, filled with my babies, begging to be cradled in my hands.

I no longer cared about anything but keeping that dreamy smile on her face and my name on her lips. God knew I’d given her more than enough grief.

“Mike.” Her hand slipped between our bodies, wrapping around my shaft with a squeeze. The roles reversed and my hands fisted in her hair, pulling her mouth down hard over mine. Our tongues came together in frantic desperation while her hand moved in feverish strokes against my cock.

It was madness.

Any moment now, Gloria was going to walk out to find her granddaughter giving me a handjob in the back of my truck.

A shudder ran the length of my spine, and I dropped my hands to Lauren’s knees, spreading her legs. Her back instinctively arched, bringing her body closer to mine.

“I don’t fucking care if the Sons show up tomorrow. Do you hear me?” I hissed. “I have spent too fucking long without you, and I’m not rushing a goddamn second of this just because we’re in the middle of a war.”

Lauren’s eyes widened, but she managed to regain control of her body long enough to give me a nod. “Please?” she panted, letting her thighs fall to the side. I trailed my fingers through her wetness again before jacking myself a couple of times.

I held on to what little control I still possessed before lowering my mouth to her belly again. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her lips parted on an exhale, and I traced them with my fingers. At that moment, I knew that there would never be a high that could compare to what I felt for Lauren.

Even with all of my mistakes, she was still here.

She was still mine.

I yanked her body forward and pushed myself inside of her with a growl. As I rolled my hips forward and sank into her, inch by inch, I realized that I could have her a million times, and it would never be enough.

“I’ve missed you,” Lauren whispered. “God, I missed you so much.”

I brushed the tears from her cheeks, slowly stretching her body around mine. “Look at me.” She blinked drowsily, and I used my thumb to catch another tear caught on her lashes.

“You have my word.” I ground my teeth together as I pushed in fully. “Right here, right now. I will never put you through that kind of hell ever again. I’m not gonna have you making excuses for my shitty behavior so our children won’t be afraid of me. Never.”

“Those are big promises, Tex—”

She didn’t understand, and I could no longer put it into words, but sinking into her body felt like coming home. It didn’t matter how fucking far off-course I’d gotten, or how long we’d been apart, the feel of her walls shifting to fit me was a comfort I couldn’t describe. Like it was her way of reminding me that in a world that had cast me out, I’d been made to fit here.

If Grey had gotten himself clean, so would I. The same blood ran through our veins. We might’ve shared the same vices, but I knew we also shared the same strength and willpower needed to slay the beasts in our heads.

I would either stay clean and sober or die trying.

I wanted to tell her, but all I managed to get out was, “Please trust me.”

Her eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded as if that was enough. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Thank fuck,” I groaned. I was a man who’d lost everything and found it all in the same woman. Lauren’s hands connected around my waist, drawing our bodies closer together and cradling our babies between us.

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