Page 582 of The Tempted

I fell harder.

Even harder.

I was gone.

His hips slowed as he pulled away from my mouth and took a deep breath.

“See,” I rasped in between breaths. “You can keep up,” I tried to laugh, but it wound up becoming a lazy smile because I was too exhausted to even laugh.

But he did.

He actually chuckled before he kissed my cheek loudly as my leg dropped from his shoulder and he released the other. They dropped onto the mattress with a thud, everything ached and I loved every minute of it.

I whimpered as his cock left me, wondering if we could stay intertwined like that forever. He flipped onto his back and collapsed next to me, trying to catch his breath.

I reached for his hand, addicted to his touch and laced our fingers together as we laid in silence, listening to one another breathe.

“Can’t let you go,” he said so low I barely heard him.

I turned to him, nervously as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.

“What?” I questioned hoarsely.

He waited a beat before turning his cheek and staring back at me.

“You asked me before I left what will happen with us,” he started.

Here it comes.

No.

“You’re my girl, Lacey. Ain’t nobody in this world I want other than you,” he said.

“But?” I whispered.

“But Jack finding out isn’t what I’m worried about,” he revealed.

“It isn’t?”

“No, baby it’s not. The clubs involved in a lot of shit right now. I got a lot of things I need to make right on the outside before I can claim you to the world,” he paused, lifting his hands to my cheek. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not ending this. We need to keep it on the down low until I’m sure you’re safe with me,” he explained.

“I’m always safe with you,” I argued.

“Remind me of that when I doubt myself.”

His words gave a glimpse to a vulnerable side of him I hadn’t yet discovered until that moment. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down on top of him.

“I’ll work it out,” he promised. “And then we’ll work on Jack,” he added.

“And then?”

“Then, I’m taking you for a tattoo, get you some ink so you never forget who you belong to,” he teased, squeezing me.

“Blackie! I’m serious, then what?”

“You tell me,” he said, against my hair. “Tell me what you want and I’ll move heaven and hell to give it to you,” he swore.

“Heaven and earth you mean,” I corrected, smiling as I closed my eyes.

“It’s heaven and hell where I come from, baby,” he affirmed.

“This,” I said through a yawn. “This right here is everything I want.”

And it was.

At nineteen years old I had it all.

Now, I had to convince my maker to let me keep it.

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