Page 34 of Blood & Honey
I gave up on looking for Momma Tee for the night.I’m tired, and I can’t think clearly without a few hours of sleep.I hopped in the shower to wash off the grime of the day and then I join Ashley in my bed, unsure of if she wants me here, but I slide under the covers next to her as she sleeps.I kiss her neck as I spoon her from behind.
She shifts slightly but doesn’t push me away.
“Are you still mad at me?”I ask her, tightening my hold on her as I kiss the space behind her ear.
“I don’t know.”
I slide my hand between her legs.“Will this change your mind?”I grit in her ear as I pull her underwear down her legs and slide a digit inside her sweet heat.
“Blood,” she whispers my name as though saying it pains her.She guides my hand away and twists around to face me.Tears and heartbreak look back at me under the slivers of pale moonlight that’s passing between the slats of the blinds.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Me too,” she says, but I know she’s not apologizing.She has no reason to.“You should get some sleep.Who knows when Momma Tee will call or what she has planned?”
She’s right.I don’t know what is out there waiting for me, and when I walk out this door to face these unknown dangers, it may be the last time I do it.
Nothing is promised.
Not today or tomorrow.
Hell, not even the next few breaths that pull through my lungs.
All I know is that right here, right now, I need Ashley more than I need my next breath.I move over top of her, not saying a word.Not asking for permission as I shove her legs apart and slam my cock inside her.I root myself in Ashley to the damn hilt and hammer into her without mercy, and she takes every inch, every thrust like a good girl.
Her nails scratch down my back, digging into my flesh hard and deep enough to draw blood.
Her small whimpers overtake the nightly hum and sounds of the clubhouse.Relentless in my thrusts, I punish both of our bodies.Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even deeper.My wife meets my thrust, throwing her anger back at me as she clutches to my body, begging me for more.
“Harder,” she rasps in my ear, and I give her what she wants as the headboard beats against the wall.We fuck her as though it’s the last time we’ll ever have the chance.I fuck Ashley like it is the last time I’ll ever feel her sweet cunt squeezing my cock.Like it’s the last time I’ll taste her.Kiss her.Breathe her in.
As though it will be the last time I’ll get to see her beautiful ocean eyes gazing up at me.
I trace every inch of her skin with my fingertips, memorizing every scar and dimple.Every fucking freckle.I drag my lips and tongue down her neck, nipping her skin ever so lightly, reminding her that she belongs to me.Now and forever.
But it’s those eyes that undo me.The love and pain I find in them that shatters me into a million pieces and puts me back together at the same time.
“Fuck, I love you, Ashley.”I come without warning, spilling every ounce of myself inside her.She shudders beneath me as I continue to fuck her softer and much slower now as she milks me bone fucking dry.And when I think I’m spent and have nothing left to give, she says, “I love you, Zain.”Not Blood.Not the hard man everyone expects me to be.But she loves all of me.The good and the bad.The ugly.The vulnerable.All of me.
I don’t want to be the villain in her story anymore.
As she cries out my name, finding her release, I watch her and see my damnation and my salvation.
Chapter Thirteen
IawakentofindBlood gone.My eyes and lips swollen from a night of crying followed by one of raw passion.My husband made love to me for what may very well be the first and last time.He’s downstairs with his men right now, gearing up to ride off into danger.To face one of the people responsible for his father’s death.A lot of blame has been shouldered by Shelby, and I know she played her role, but she wasn’t the only one responsible.
I’m not saying she’s innocent, but she’s not the only guilty party.
I’ve been around Momma Tee through the years, and that woman has always given me bad vibes.I had no idea she was the one pulling all the strings behind the scenes, manipulating my sister into doing her dirty work.
The sister I grew up with, the one who raised me, never would have done those terrible things without outside influence.
I just want to ask Shelby why.Why did she say yes to doing these unforgivable deeds?Why didn’t she go to Blood for help?Why didn’t she go to the sheriff or anyone at all?Was she really that far gone?That terrible of a person?She had to know what the fallout would be when it all came crashing down.Did she think they’d get away with it?
The door opens to Blood’s room, and I glance over at my husband as he creeps in to bring me breakfast in bed.“Mornin’,” he says all rough and sexy.
My thoughts about Shelby are temporarily forgotten.All my mind is on now is how good he looks in his denim and leather holding a breakfast plate and how I want him to eat me instead.
