Page 112 of Whips and Chains
I nodded, knowing that hadn’t been what he was going to say at all, but I’d ruined it by being a dickhead.
He kissed Violet goodbye. “I’m going to go find X and check on him. Make sure he got rid of that body.”
She put a hand up on his cheek, holding him to her, making the second kiss last longer. “Thank you.”
He nodded and walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.
I rolled Violet onto her back and covered her body with mine. She spread her legs instantly for me, and I settled there, my hips against hers, dick sliding through her wet folds and gently inside her.
Her fingers traced over my chest while I warmed my dick inside her, not thrusting, just needing to connect with her.
There were so many things we needed to talk about. But just being inside her, staring down at her was enough for now.
Until Whip brought X back, there was no point thinking about what we had agreed to let Violet do. That was a plan for the four of us to come up with together.
Her fingers traced over the tattoo of her name. Her voice turned breathy with something that sounded like amazement. “That’s my name on your chest, Levi. In permanent ink.”
I caught her hand, holding it over the artwork I’d etched into my skin for her. “That’s your name on my heart. And it was already there, long before I inked it.”
Her eyes watered.
“I’m in love with you, Violet,” I admitted softly. “So fucking in love I can barely breathe when you aren’t around. I always have been. I fell in love with you with every letter you wrote. Every word.” I touched my lips to hers. “I know Whip said last night he can’t lose you. But fuck, Vi, neither can I.”
A tear rolled silently down her cheek.
I brushed it away. “Don’t cry.”
She smiled. “I’m not. I’m happy.” She pressed up, kissing me back. “I love you too, Levi. I always have.”
A vise I hadn’t realized was around my chest suddenly freed me from its grip, and I felt like I could take a deep breath for the first time in months.
Maybe years.
I buried my face in her neck, kissing her there, moving slowly inside her, not an inch of space between us as me warming my dick turned into making love to her.
It was soft and gentle, her staring up at me, quiet moans on her lips that I kissed away or replaced with my own. Her body melded to mine, until we fit perfectly together, both of us building the other up into an orgasm, me holding mine off until she was ready to come with me.
There was no screaming each other’s names. No wild bucking of hips or slapping of thighs.
It was just gentle whispers from my lips, promising her over and over again I loved her and I always would.
And her promising the same in return.
There was no going back. No changing my mind. She was mine. Maybe she was Whip’s and X’s as well, but it didn’t matter, because loving her was all I wanted. And that meant giving her whatever she needed.
If she needed them too, then that’s what I’d give her.
“Levi,” she whispered. “What are you doing at this club? Your art…”
I shrugged. “The club is what I know.”
“But not what makes you happy.”
Wasn’t that the truth. I loved my brothers. But I was too fucking old for them to be my whole world. Especially when the woman beneath me had wholeheartedly stolen that position.
What I wanted was that little house with a picket fence and sure, a motorcycle in the driveway.
But my woman and our kids inside.
