She opens it and gives me a smile that lights up the darkest corners of my soul. “Hey,” she says on a breath.
And I can’t help it. I just can’t. I lean in, grab her face with both hands, and pull her lips tight to mine.
Her squeak of surprise is enough to give me room to sweep my tongue inside her mouth to taste her. Her moan as she wraps her hands around me has me pushing her against the wall and moving my hands down to her ass to lift her legs around me.
I’m so hard that I’m surprised I’m not already inside her at this point.
She’s fully recovered. Well, enough that she’s only doing some physical therapy stretches for her shoulder. The rest of her is back together enough that I know I can do this without causing too much damage. Her bruises are gone, and her ribs, though still healing, are good enough to have some of my weight on them.
She pulls her mouth away and catches her breath as I move my lips down her neck and throat, nibbling at her skin as I go.
“Fuck, that feels good. Shit. Right there. No, stop. We have to go. Oh God, don’t stop.” She pushes me away and then pulls me back as she debates what she wants. I’m not letting my lips rest for one second. Now that I have them on her, it feels impossible to stop.
Till she pushes me hard enough to peel me off her. I’m still holding her up, but now her arms are fully extendedand she’s looking at me. I feel wild, like an animal, and the desire swirling in her eyes matches what I feel inside. Especially in my dick.
I grind against her and watch her eyes roll back on a groan and smile. I love that I pull that out of her.
“We’re going to be late,” she grits out between her teeth as she rotates her hips to get my cock in the spot she wants.
She’s right, so I let her feet drop and kiss her nose before turning for the door. It closed when we came in, so I open it and turn back to her.
She’s still standing by the wall, holding on for support as her breathing returns to normal. Then her eyes meet mine, and I see the fire in them as she glares, making my dick jump in intrigue.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Looking forward to it, Peaches.”
She shakes her head, but I don’t miss the smile on her lips as she crosses over the threshold and heads to my truck. We spoke about it a long time ago. No bike on the highways. Not when a car can fuck shit up for the both of us, and the kid, if it hits us when we take my bike.
If she keeps it.
The drive is quiet, rock music playing in the background as we pass mile after mile of cows and cornfields till we get to the hospital.
Once we’re inside, the test is quick. We could have done it at the hospital by the school, but we both wanted General to do it. He’s still the only one who knows. No need to talk about it till she makes her choice.
When we get back into the car, I drive home.
Not to the clubhouse, but to home.
“What’s this?” she asks as I pull up the drive and park.
I look at her and then just get out of the truck.
Like usual, she doesn’t wait for me to get to the door before she’s hopping out. I’ve got half a mind to get the truck lifted so she’ll have to stay in there till I get her down. But I know, pregnant or not, she’d still hop down on her own.
She doesn’t need a man. But if I’m lucky, she’ll want one.
I grab her hand and don’t say anything as I move to the walkway that leads to the front door instead of the garage that we parked by.
It’s a single-story farmhouse design with a black roof and clean white lines. The entire thing is a mirror of itself if you cut it down the middle. I pull her along as we walk the path to the front door. I take a second to key in the door code, then open it and step back, letting her go in first.
She gives me half a smirk and an eyebrow raise but steps in. The main area has an open floor plan, and she can see the royal blue bottom kitchen cabinets on the left and the large sectional leather sofa on the right.
“You trying to compete with Bass and his place?”
I shrug. Of course she’s been to his house. She was usually the one stocking the fridge when he was getting back into town after being on a mission before he and Brooklyn got together.
“This is a few hundred square feet bigger. Behind the kitchen are three extra rooms and the attachment to the garage.”
