Page 78 of The Bastard's Lily
“Rook…” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “It’s your name, my name, and Beau’s inside the band. The three of us—burned in. Can’t rub it out.”
I step closer until we’re chest to chest. “I ain’t good with speeches, Calla. You know that. I cuss too much. I screw up. But you—” I touch her jaw, rough thumb against soft skin “—you’re it. You’ve been it since we were dumb kids sneaking around this place. I’m done waiting. You, me, Beau. We’re the whole damn patch.”
Her eyes shine in the dark.
“So here’s the deal,” I growl, voice low and dirty. “Marry me. Be my old lady, my wife, whatever word you want. I don’t care if the world burns, I’m not letting you walk away again.”
She smiles through the tears, the kind of smile that could level a man.
“Yeah?” I murmur. “Say yes, Calli. Let me patch you into forever.”
Her laugh is a low, wicked thing, the kind that used to pull me out of every bad decision and straight into another.
“Yes,” she whispers against my mouth, breath hot. “Always yes.”
The word lights me up. I drag her closer until her back meets the rough stone of the church wall. The night is nothing but shadows and the sound of our breathing.
“You sure?” I murmur, voice rough as gravel. “Someone could walk right around that corner.”
“That’s the point,” she answers, nails scraping lightly across the back of my neck.
The world tilts to just us, her heartbeat against mine, the smell of pine and rain, the weight of every mile we’ve fought through tostand here. I kiss her like a vow, deep and claiming, until the risk of being seen feels like another kind of blessing.
My hand slides down her back, beneath the waistband of her skirt, cupping the curve of her ass. She gasps into my mouth, arching against me. The sound of footsteps and distant laughter from the parking lot should make me cautious, but it only fuels the fire burning between us.
"Someone's gonna see," I mutter against her neck, not slowing down.
"Let them," she breathes, her fingers working frantically at my belt buckle.
I catch her wrist, pinning it against the wooden wall above her head. "Patience," I growl, though I'm barely hanging onto my own. I push her skirt up around her waist.The night air is cool against our heated skin as my fingers find her, already slick and ready. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her head falling back against the wall.
“Quiet,” I murmur against her neck, a low rasp of heat. “Unless you want the whole town catching the preacher’s daughter getting caught behind his own church again.”
Her laugh stumbles into a gasp. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
"Too bad the preacher's not here to see how far his daughter's fallen," I growl, working my fingers deeper inside her. "Fucking the club feral hang around against his holy walls."
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more. "Shut up and get inside me before someone comes."
I release her wrist, and she immediately shoves my jeans down just enough to free me. The cool night air hits my skin for only a second before she's wrapping her hand around me, guiding me where she wants me.
I lift her with one smooth motion, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her back against the wall. With one hard thrust, I'm inside her, both of us freezing at the sensation.
"Fuck," I hiss against her throat.
I suddenly turn, spinning us away from the wall, and sink to the ground, not caring about the dirt or gravel beneath us. My back hits the grass as I pull her with me.
"Ride me," I demand, voice rough with need. "Show me how bad you want this."
She hovers above me, hair falling around her face like a curtain, eyes wild in the moonlight. I grip her hips, guiding her as she sinks down onto me again, taking me deep.
"Like this?" she asks, voice innocent but her movements anything but as she rolls her hips in a slow, torturous circle.
"Exactly like that," I growl, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her thighs wider with my hands. "Fuck yourself on me. Use me to make that pretty pussy feel good."
She plants her palms on my chest, rising and falling in a rhythm that's going to unravel me. The sight of her above me, taking what she wants, is almost too much.
