“Fuck me like you want me to put a baby in you,” I tell her, meaning every word.If I were to get her pregnant, Devil would have no choice other than to let me claim her as my ol’ lady.
“What?”
“You heard me.”I slap her ass.“Make a baby with me, Neva.A piece of me and a piece of you.”
“Are you drunk or just crazy?”
“Drunk on you.You belong to me Neva.There’s no one else.How could there be?”I roll us over so that I’m on top again.“You’re everything I want.Everything I’ve denied myself.I need you.I want you.”I hold her down and thrust deep as I can.I don’t ask for permission.I don’t ask if she’s on the pill.I shoot my load and hold her still, not letting her move, praying like hell we just created a life together.
Wrong or right.I don’t give a damn.Neva’s mine.I’m tired of fighting it.
I’m tired of pretending.“I love you, Neva.”I give her the four words she’s longed to hear.I hold her gaze and then kiss her lips.“I’ll talk to Devil.I’ll tell him I’m your man.”
She stares at me soundlessly.
“You going to say something or just leave me hanging?”
“I love you.”She touches my face as though she’s afraid this is all a dream.
“I mean every word.”
She nods.And I wrap my arms around her, holding her body to mine.
“I should get cleaned up,” she tells me.
“Not yet.”
“Did you hit your head or something?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said a lot of things.”
“Meant every single word.”
“So are we…”
“Bean, you’ve always been mine.I’m just making it official.”I claim her mouth.
Chapter Ten
Theelectricitywasonwhen we woke up this morning, and the roads had been reopened, so after breakfast we got back on the road.Part of me hated to leave the bubble that existed in that motel room.
Going home with Justice to face my father is daunting.I know he loves him like a son, and Storm sees him as the brother he always wanted.But how will they react when we tell them we’re going to be together?
Last night feels like a fever dream.I can still taste Justice’s lips on mine.Feel the size of him between my thighs.It’s a delicious ache that I never want to heal.
He’s driving now.One hand on the wheel, his other grips the top of my left thigh.Tattooed and rough.
I fidget with the radio, unable to focus on anything.Unable to sit still.I just want to be back in his arms, skin to skin, hearing him whisper every sin he wants to do to my body.
We’re only an hour from home now.It’s funny.A week ago I couldn’t wait to get home for a break from my life.From stupid Derrick and his groupie sluts.Now I have what I’ve always wanted.
Justice ‘Ice’ Delgado.And I don’t want this ride to end.
“Am I dropping you at the farm?”
“Clubhouse.That’s where Dad will be.”
