Page 53 of Rage's Heart

I leaned back against his chest, savoring the feel of him like I always did. “This weekend? Before dinner on Sunday?”

“Works for me.” His lips brushed my temple. “I’ll see if Reign and Killer can help. They’ve been asking about you.”

“Oh?” I turned in his arms, surprised. “What have they been saying?”

A smile tugged at his mouth. “Reign thinks you’re too good for me. Killer likes your ass.”

“I do have a pretty great ass,” I teased.

He growled playfully, his hands sliding down to cup that part of my anatomy. “This is my ass.”

“Only yours, baby,” I promised, rising on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his.

What started as a quick touch of lips, quickly deepened into something more urgent.

His hands tightened on my bottom, lifting me easily onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his mouth blazed a trail of fire down my neck.

“The groceries,” I gasped halfheartedly.

“Can wait,” he murmured against my skin, his fingers already working the button of my jeans.

As his touch sent ripples of pleasure through me, I had to agree. Orgasms were definitely more important.

Diesel, deciding he wanted no part of our display, retreated to his bed in the corner with a dramatic sigh that made me giggle against Rage’s mouth.

“I think we’re traumatizing the dog,” I whispered.

Rage’s answering grin was nothing short of wicked. “Then let’s take this party somewhere more private.”

In one smooth motion, he lifted me off the counter, my legs still wrapped around him.

As he carried me toward our bedroom, I couldn’t help but think how right this felt. Being here, being his, making his house our home.

And judging by the way he looked at me as he laid me on the bed, he felt the same way.

Chapter Fifteen

Rage

Killer whistled low as we entered Mac’s apartment. I watched as his eyes raked over Mac’s living room with the floral prints and mismatched furniture. “Fuck, it looks like my Tinamatua’s place back in New Zealand.”

I cuffed him on the back of the head. “Watch your mouth, asshole.”

Mac laughed as she set her keys on the counter. “Your who? And this is all mostly Sarah’s stuff. She loves thrift store treasure hunting.”

Killer smirked. “My grandmother.”

“And where is this famous Sarah?” Dread asked, lingering near the entry like he was afraid to touch anything. His shoulder was still bandaged from the shooting, but he’d insisted on coming to help. Said he was tired of sitting around on his ass all day.

“At work. She should be home soon, though.” Mac’s voice held a hint of nervousness I wasn’t used to hearing from her. “I texted her that we were coming.”

I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her against my side. “You okay, baby?”

She nodded, but I could feel the tension in her body. This wasn’t just about moving her shit out. It was about making our relationship official to the world—starting with her roommate.

“Where do you want us to start?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She visibly relaxed. “Bedroom, I guess. I’ve already packed most of my clothes.”

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