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Once the room was paid for and we were safely inside, I sat down on the bed. Dya walked around, making sure the door was locked and the curtains were closed tight. Then she sat with a cat-like grace on the bed and rested her back against the ugly as fuck fabric covered headboard. She tucked her hands between her thighs and I took it as a sign that she was a bit uneasy even though her face gave nothing away.
I opened my mouth to speak. I didn’t think, I just let the words come out as I felt them.
“I don’t even know where to start. To be honest, it still doesn’t feel real.” I blew out a harsh breath and then swallowed the lump in my throat. “I want him dead. I should have never walked away from my brothers, from my club, and now I’m ready to stand beside them and fight. I want to end this thing, end fucking Savage.”
She didn’t reply, she didn’t say anything. She just sat there and listened, her eyes on the wall across from her the entire time and I kind of fell more in love with her for it. I had to get it all out and she understood that without me having to tell her.
“My son is alive,” I went on and she gave a short nod. “I don’t know if I even deserve that but I’m fucking grateful. Weeks ago I was ready to give up on everything, on life. But you were there. Just simply there. You didn’t try to fix me. You didn’t try to tell me that it would all be okay. And that may have been what I needed the most. You didn’t look at me with pity in your eyes. You saw me at my worst fucking moments and you still stayed.”
“To be fair, you kept passing out in my bar and I had no choice but to deal with your ass,chal-baro.” Even though I had no idea what she called me, I loved the way her accent came in thick, the way she rolled the letter r.
Just hearing those few words made me lose my damn mind and my dick apparently didn’t get the memo that now wasn’t the time to speak up. I couldn’t fucking deny that she was the sexiest woman I’d ever been around. Hell, that I’d ever seen.
“Did you just make a joke?” I asked playfully huffing out a laugh. I liked that she was starting to relax more around me.
“Maybe…” She cut her eyes over to me for a second as her eyebrow arched high. “So what’s your plan now?” she asked, getting me back on target.
“I’m going to go back to Tennessee, handle business, then go back home. And hope that the last words I spoke to my president and brothers before I left weren’t bad enough that I can’t take them back.”
“They love you, they will forgive you,” she said like it was that fucking simple.
“I want you with me…when I go home.” I knew it was asking a lot. We hadn’t talked about the future. There hadn’t even really been little hints to it. But I knew what I wanted in my heart and I hoped like hell it was the same for her.
“You just found out your son is alive. You have your life back. You don’t need me.” Her words were a bit cold but not unexpected from her.
Did she really think that I’d toss her aside like that? That my feelings were that shallow? Or maybe it was all too much for her. Loving me was one thing, but now I came with more than just me and I got that. But my son would always come first and if she didn’t want that life, then I had no choice but to let my angel go.
“Come here, Angel,” I whispered as I moved my legs onto the bed so she could crawl onto my lap.
Surprisingly she came, straddling me and wrapping her arms around my neck as her fingers tangled in my hair. I couldn’t ignore the zap of electricity that ran down my spine from her touch and by the way her body shuddered when my hands wrapped around the curve of her waist, she felt this thing between us, too.
“I get that things just got real fuckin’ crazy, and I’m sure you are having all sorts of doubts running through that beautiful head of yours,” I said, my lips almost brushing hers as I spoke. My eyes pinned her with a hard stare, I wanted her to know how serious I was. “But I want you to know that I am one hundred percent certain that I need you in my life. Yes, I said it. I not only need you, but I want you there too. I know finding out about Logan changes everything, but I have no doubt that kid will love you. He has a huge heart. Damn, he’s such an amazing kid.”
“I’m a killer, Noah. Why would you want that in your life? Around your son?” she asked, her eyes shining a bit with a glassy wetness.
So she had a point. But the woman I’d come to know wasn’t evil. She wasn’t cold and disconnected, even though I knew that she tried her best to be. The woman in my arms had a beautiful soul, even if it was a little damaged and cracked.
But then again, so was mine.
Just because I got my son back, didn’t mean that all those feelings of what I went through and felt when I thought he was dead were gone. As a parent, it’s always a fear in the back of your mind and you do everything you can to keep them safe and living. Having that fear become reality, even if it was a false one, did damage to me that I knew I could never repair.
“Because I see the real you,” I said before capturing her lips with mine.
As my hands slid around to her back and down to grab her perfect ass, her body rocked into me. My dick grew impossibly hard and was straining against the zipper of my pants. I had to have her, had to be inside her. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment.
My hand slid further down, following the cutoff fray of her extremely short shorts, until my finger was able to slip inside and touch her wetness. And damn, if she wasn’t soaked for me. My thick finger plunged into her with ease and her low, soft moan filled the air.
“I need you,” I said pulling my hand back and reaching for the hem of her shirt.
With lazy fingers we stripped each other, taking our time to explore after each item had been torn away. She kissed my chest and ran her fingers through my hair. Her body melted into mine when I pulled her close to me and I knew I’d never get enough of her.
She took my straining cock in her hand and only mildly relieved the pressure with her strokes. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted up and sank down on me until her hips were flush with mine.
“Tell me you’re mine, Angel,” I growled low in her ear. “Tell me you want to stay with me. Tell me you won’t leave me. I don’t want to do this without you. Tell me you’ll be there to fall asleep beside me every night and that I can wake up and bury myself inside this tight pussy first thing in the morning.”
Her head fell back, her perfect tits pointing up to me, begging for me to take them in my mouth. She rode me, like she didn’t want it to end, the perfect slow retreat and then the hard, desperate crash back down, like the waves rolling in and out of the shore. My tongue circled her nipple before pulling it into my mouth and giving it a light nibble. Her breathy moans filled the room. I made my way over to her other nipple, placing light kisses on the space between, as my fingers pinched the perky nub that had just left my mouth.
“Tell me,” I said as I pulled back to bury my face in her neck. Inhaling her dark, intoxicating smell, I sucked on the curve of her neck. “Tell me that you can’t imagine life without me like I can’t without you. Tell me that you didn’t come into my life just to toy with me. Tell me you love me.” I kissed up her jaw, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer no matter how much I cared to know them all.
