Page 37 of Desert Loyalties
He nods once. “In a fuckin’ heartbeat.” And I believe it. All of it. The depth of him. The danger. The devotion. The man who would break bones and rules and his own damn world… just to keep me whole. “I already told Ranger if he holds you to the ceremony, we’ll leave.”
“Where would we go?” I ask, genuinely curious. He doesn’t want me to risk my freedom; well, I don’t want him to risk his. I’m not stupid, I know he still does illegal shit. It was way to easy for Grim to offer to get rid of the body like it’s a regular thing. But I’m guessing those crimes weren’t committed in front of witnesses or on tape.
Drake, exhales in… relief? “I thought I would have to drag you kicking and screaming to the cabin in the woods.”
“You have a cabin? And why would I resist?” Spending my life with a hot-ass man in the woods, nothing to do but fuck and read? Count me the hell in.
“I know you like the club and all it offers.” This man didnotjust say that.
I want to hit him over the head, but then I see the look in his eyes. Vulnerability. Raw and unguarded. I’m guessing that’s not something he shows often.
I sit up and grab his face in my hands.
“There is nothing in this world I would ever choose over you.Nothing.Don’t you get it? I love you, Drake.”
He doesn’t say it back. Not yet. But he kisses me; soft and sure. It’s notI love you too,but I’ll take it. For now.
I kiss him back, slow and deep, letting the moment stretch between us. My hand comes to rest over his chest. His heartbeat is erratic beneath my palm.
I rise and move to straddle him, skin sliding against skin. I’m already wet, have been since the moment his hands touched on me.
His hand moves down my back, grabbing my ass and kneading the flesh. “You’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me.” I smile, angling my hips to take him inside me. Removing his hand, he lines up his cock for me to sink down on.
He’s big and thick and I feel so full.
I start to move, raising and lowering my hips, my breath comes out in quick pants. Drake grabs my waist, thrusting into me, meeting my downward movements. He kisses my neck and thenbites my shoulder so fuckin’ hard his teeth nearly break the skin. I gasp, arching my back and moaning into his ear. “You’re so fuckin’ deep.” He grabs my thighs, bouncing me on his lap. I’m gasping for breath, my bed shaking so hard I’m afraid it’s going to break. He pushes his hands into my hair. Thrusting, grunting…
“Oh, God!” I moan as Drake flips me onto my back without leaving my pussy. Taking my leg, he puts it onto his shoulder, opening me as he starts thrusting again. “Do you have any idea?” he says between thrust, gritting his teeth, “how hard it was for me, to leave you in that room.” One hand grabs my ankle. His other moves to my clit.
I moan, breathless, barely coherent as the words tumble out. “It was for the club.”
He loves the club; it’s his life, his purpose, his priority. I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes. It wasn’t easy. It hurt. But I’d still rather be with Drake, even if it meant becoming part of the club on their brutal terms.
What I didn’t expect; what floors me now is that when it came down to it, when push finally met shove… he chose me.
I wasn’t in any real danger today, not with Drake and Ranger having my back. I knew Drake would never let anything happen to me. I love him and he loves me.
Drake rubs my bundle of nerves; making me arch up and forget my thoughts. My hands grip the sheets as he continues pounding me. I come so hard I see stars.
He continues thrusting, slowly as I come down from my high, “I would burn the club down to protect you.” With that, helowers my ankle, resting his body on top mine. He locks our lips together while I wrap my legs around his waist, locking his hips to mine. He leans on one elbow beside my head, the other hand touching me everywhere. My face, my stomach, my breasts… It’s like he can’t get enough.
My hands wrap around his massive shoulders, clutching his back, pulling his body closer to mine, not that its possible. Drake’s not fuckin’ me anymore, no, he’s making love to me.
Breaking the kiss but keeping his lips ghosting over mine, he whispers, raw and certain, “I love you.”
It’s not rushed. Not a heat-of-the-moment confession. It’s from his heart. I open my eyes, meeting his, and for a heartbeat, the whole world stills. “I love you too,” I say, steady and sure.
His breath hitches, like he didn’t think I’d say it again and for a second, he stops, resting his forehead on mine. He lets a boyish grin break out before kissing me and picking up the pace. With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, groaning against the seam of my lips. He thrusts deep and comes inside me; his hot cum spurts into me, triggering my own climax.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says breathlessly, voice rough at the edges.
He collapses beside me, still panting, pulling me into his chest like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold on tight, he did the same in the shower. I melt against him, my cheek pressing to the slick heat of his skin, listening to the wild rhythm of his heartbeat as it slowly begins to settle.
“I really do love you,” I murmur, eyes half-lidded, drifting. “But I can’t believe you got me all sticky again.” I peel my cheek awayfrom his chest with a wince. “Ugh. Gross. I’m literally sliding off you.”
He chuckles, low and smug. “Why don’t you have Air Conditioning again?”
“Because someone,” I drawl, propping myself up on one elbow and narrowing my eyes at him, “decided it wasn’t worth the expense to put air conditioning in the guesthouses.”
