Page 40 of The Paths We Cross
I laugh. “Too bad. We have to.”
I reach around and smack his rock-hard ass before grabbing my clothes from the floor and getting dressed. He quickly dresses and then we head back down to the main room where everyone else is still waiting. Most of the guys are drinking and celebrating, but Grayson is sitting at the table with his family.
Rowan and I join them after he takes Hazel from his mom, sitting across from Grayson and his dad.
“The cops are going to be a problem,” Rowan says, making me furrow my brows. The cops?
“I know,” Grayson mutters. “He can’t run around thinking that he decides what happens in this town, though.”
“How did they even know what was happening?” Kurt asks.
“I felt like they were going to do something to betray our agreement,” Rowan says. “Do you think they’re the ones who called it in?”
“Why else would the cops let them through?” Axel startles us as he comes over to join the conversation.
“I thought they were going to jump us with more men,” Grayson admits. “Not call the cops on us.”
“Me too,” Rowan murmurs.
“Running to the cops when it’s business between clubs is a line that shouldn’t be crossed.”
“Something that can’t be tolerated,” Rowan says ominously.
This just became a different ball game.
30
ROWAN
I wake up with Everly’s naked body pressed against mine. She’s fast asleep, breathing deeply, her eyes closed and black lashes fanning her cheeks. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she loves me.She loves me.
I’ve never felt such a high like I did last night. Hell, I’m still riding that high, now. I honestly didn’t see this future for myself. I didn’t think I’d have a wife or kids waiting for me when I came home from a run or the fight like last night. I didn’t think I’d have much outside of the club and my family, but Everly and Hazel are the best gifts I could have ever received. They’re more than I could have ever imagined.
I know I’ve told her I love her before, but last night rocked something in me. Seeing her waiting for me to come home from the brawl made this all the more real. I couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment I knew that I loved them if I tried. There was just a time when I didn’t love them, and now the time that I do.
She’s been through so much in the last year. She’s so incredibly strong. She’s an incredible mother even though she didn’t have a great example of one growing up. She fights for the people she loves. I saw it with how she handled Jennifer.
I reach out and gently swipe away an errant stand of her dark hair, brushing her cheek. She moans softly and burrows further into my chest. I wrap my arm tighter around her.
“Morning,” she says, her voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, baby,” I murmur before planting a kiss on her forehead. “How did you sleep?”
“So good,” she says as she looks up at me.
“Good.”
I lean down and meet her lips in a sensual kiss, devouring her mouth with mine. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, making her moan into our kiss. I grip her hips and slide her on top of me, grinding her bare, wet pussy against my hard cock.
She pushes against my chest, helping herself sit up. She reaches between us and lines up my cock, sinking home in one slow movement.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
She works herself up and down my length, letting my hands on her hips guide her. It’s slow and sexy. Unhurried and torturous.
I reach out and cup her breasts before slipping my fingers to her nipples and giving them a tweak. She grinds her clit against my pubic bone.
“I’m so close,” she moans as she rocks her hips, chasing her release.
