After he left the room, McKelle lifted off my cock and collapsed next to me.
I cradled her face and sipped her lips. “I’m in love with you.”
“I love you.” She traced my brow with the tip of her finger. “I know you care about him.”
“It’s more. I love him, too. Not the way I love you, but it’s fucking deep. I wouldn’t be here without you. He wouldn’t either.”
She pressed her lips to mine. “He won’t say the words. I wish I could say he’s never hurt me, but beautiful roses have thorns. I’ve never doubted that he loves me. He looks at you the same way he looks at me. Everything changed the night he got the patch. He realized what it would be like to be without me. And when you went to jail, when you wouldn’t talk to us, he felt that same way again.”
“I’m sorry.” I’d already given them my reasons and excuses. None of it mattered now. This was us, and everything I’d ever wanted.
Cruz slipped back into the room, quietly closed the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently wiped between her legs. Then he slid back under the covers.
I rested my hand on her hip as I spooned in close behind her. She curled into Cruz’s chest.
Cruz yawned. “I missed you too, Rizz. So, if you want a dick pic for your phone, let me know.”
“I already got the one you sent to Dozer.”
McKelle laughed.
Chapter Sixteen
McKelle
Cruz and Ryatt both slept, each needing some part of them touching some part of me. Cruz had his hand between my thighs, dangerously close to my pussy. If he touched me there, he’d see just how wet he made me.
Ryatt kept his hand on my hip. Even while sleeping, his fingers would twitch, gently squeezing as if making sure I was still next to him.
Morning sunlight cut through the crack in the curtains. The bed was a tangle of filthy sheets and tangled limbs. Doors opened and closed in the hall. I could almost smell freshly brewed coffee. Or maybe I was imagining it because my belly was growling.
“Morning,” Cruz mumbled. He slid his hand out from between my legs, banded an arm around me and rolled me under him. He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” A lot. So deliciously raw that I couldn’t differentiate one ache from another. Still my thighs spread, and his thick, beautifully hard cock slid inside me.
“I’m such a slut.” I held to his biceps as he leveraged up on his arms.
“I love that you’re always wet for me.”
“Always.”
He fucked me with a steadily increasing momentum, pushing me to the apex of pleasure, only to hold me as I shuddered and crashed into a breath-stealing release.
Cruz thrust hard and deep. And he kissed me as he came, sliding his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with a possessiveness that had my heart stuttering. I clung to his shoulders, kissing him back with equal ferocity.
He kissed my eyes, my cheeks, and then he slid his lips along my jaw to my ear. I could feel the pounding of his heart within his chest and the tremble in his body.
I stroked his back, gently grazing my nails over his tatted flesh.
“Fuck, Micki.” His voice lowered. “I know I never tell you how I feel. I love you so fucking much. God, I’m fucking yours. I’m forever, baby. You’re all that matters.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as tightly as I could.
“I love you,” I whispered. I think I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. Maybe that said something about me. Because I felt the same way about Ryatt. Or maybe I just trusted my heart. She was reckless and wild, but she was loyal.
A loud Harley rumbled outside the window.
Cruz rolled off me and checked his phone. “Get dressed.”
