“You.”
“What about the club?”
“What about it?” I say with a shrug.
She shakes her head and paces again. “You can’t do that. I don’t want you to. We need to call Casper, tell him this was all a mistake. He can overlook this. You can still be part of the club.”
I walk to her and put my hands on her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks. “I can, and I did. I choose you. I will always choose you. I love you.”
She blinks. Several times. I know how much she hates crying, though it seems to happen a lot more now. She blames it on the pregnancy. I don’t care what the reason is, but I don’t bring it up. She likes to pretend she doesn’t have feelings. That she’s as tough as nails and more. And she is.
“I love you too.”
Four small words that shatter me completely.
“Damn right you do. Now give me those lips.”
I pull her close and resolve then and there to never let go.
Ever.
Chapter 43—Ruby
Iknow we’ve done this before. Hell, I play it on repeat every night and sometimes during the day. Or twice a day depending on what’s going on.
I’ve talked to people. Something Troublemaker and Mama Bear convinced me to do. And it’s helped. I don’t think I’m “healed” or whatever you call it after therapy, but I feel… okay with what happened. With it all. My therapist still thinks I’m holding on to some guilt and anger at myself for how non-badass I was, but hey, that’s why she gets paid the big bucks. To sort out my head for me so I don’t have to. And if she wants to keep the money coming in, she needs to figure out real quick that being okay with something is sometimes the best I can do in the moment.
But what can I say? Not everyone is Kooper. My man. The one who knows me. Who gets me. Who sees me and my self-esteem issues. The one who noticed I always felt like I was playing second fiddle to something I could never be part of. I’m still not sure if I’m okay with him leaving the club, but this? Him doing it and not seeming to give a fuck that I’m not okay with it?
God, I love this man.
He pulls me flush to him, and I go with ease, like a rag doll moving as he directs.
He lifts my feet off the floor, and for a second, I’m just hanging in his arms with mine around his shoulders, andwe kiss as if there’s nothing else to do. Because there isn’t. It’s just him and me. And the peanut.
But even that nut can’t distract me from the feel of Kooper holding me in his arms so tight, like I’m precious. No, not like that. Like I’mhis. Because I am.
He bends, and only then do I realize we moved. I thought it was just the way he kissed that had me thinking the earth was spinning. He sets me down gently, pushing me back as he scoots us both up the bed.
I hear his shoes hit the floor as he kicks them off, and I do the same. The weather is hot outside, but it’s nothing compared to what it feels like in here. I always thought it was a joke when I saw in movies or read in books that they ripped each other’s clothes off. But I get it now. I want to feel him, all of him. And I can’t do that with all this damn fabric on him.
The second his shirt is off, I’m biting his chest, kissing his abs. Anything I can get my hand and mouth on, I’m doing it. He does the same, and it’s a fight over who can kiss where. And honestly, I don’t know who’s going to win, but I’m all too happy to play the game.
The rest of our clothes go just as quickly, and then I’m straddling him as I kiss him with everything I have. He holds me close, his hands on my back and then moving to my ass to give it a tight squeeze. I lift, and that’s the opening he needs to move his lips off mine to my nipples, kissing, sucking, and then squeezing them as his hands continue to roam.
I’m not going to last long if he keeps this up.
Fuck it.
I don’t have to play fair. I don’t have to play by his rules. Never did before. Not really.
I wiggle my hand between us and stroke his hard cock. He groans around my breast in his mouth a second before I sink down on him. He pops off my tit with a moan as I arch my back in pleasure.
“So good. God, you feel so good.”
“It’s this slick pussy. You got it all wet for me. Next time I’ll be the one to get it wet.”
“Promises,” I murmur as I move on him, rocking back and forth like I remember. Moving to what feels good.
