I snatch my hand back like it’s on fire. “Hope, please listen to me.”
“Listen to you talk about all your sexcapades?” The door finally opens, and she rushes out, spinning on her heel to face me. “Fuck you, Frost, and fuck this.” I watch as the last piece of her control snaps. “Where’s Amy? We’re leaving.”
“The hell you are,” I growl. In one fell swoop, I bend over and throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk.”
“You don’t get to demand we talk when you’re fucking other girls.”
“Quiet.” I swat her ass. “I’m not fucking other girls.”
Hope’s fists pound on my back. It doesn’t faze me, but I do hold her tighter because she’s squirming so much. I unlock my apartment door and rush inside, kicking it closed behind us.Marching into the bedroom, I gently toss her on the bed. She scrambles to get away from me, but I grab her ankle and crawl over her body so she can’t escape.
“Let me go!”
“Not until you hear me out,” I say calmly. “I promise, if you don’t like what I say, I’ll find Amy and walk you to your car, and you’ll never see me again.”
Saying those words out loud crushes my soul. I won’t let her go… I need her.
She narrows her eyes. “Get on with it so I can get the hell out of here.”
All rational thought goes out the window when I glance down and notice Hope’s top has risen up, exposing her black lace bra. She whimpers in protest, which only intensifies my need for her.
I push off the bed and pull Hope into a sitting position. I adjust my hardening cock while she tugs her shirt back into place. Her eyes track my movements, and a small gasp escapes her sweet lips.
Fuck! I can’t think like this.
“Give me two minutes, please, Hope,” I plead.
“Fine.”
“I didn’t want to lie to you, and you hear about the bunnies from someone else. We’re an MC, and as much as it sucks sometimes, we can be misogynistic, but one thing you’ll find in this club is wedon’tcheat on our women,” I explain. “I haven’t been with any of them since before my mom passed away.”
“You’ve been back for a week, and you expect me to believe that you haven’t slept with any of them.” Hope shakes with fury.
I drop to my knees in front of Hope and cup her balled up fists into mine. “I swear on my patch, Hope. I haven’t been with anyone. Only you. You pieced me back together, and thawed my frozen heart.” I place a gentle kiss on each hand. “I was a fuckingidiot for leaving you behind without any explanation, but I’d never betray you like that.”
Once again, the dam breaks, and Hope’s body wracks with sobs. I scoop her up into my arms and sit on the bed with her in my lap. “Hope you’re killing me, darlin’.”
“I-I-I want to believe you,” she hiccups.
“I know I have absolutely no right to ask you this,” I admit. “But I’m begging you to give me a chance to make it up to you… To show you I can be the man you deserve. Please don’t let this destroy us. I’ll take a lie detector test, or you can ask any of my brothers. Hell, you can ask my sister. I’ve been a miserable asshole without you. The thought of touching anyone but you makes my skin crawl. I love you, Hope. It’s you, it will always be you.”
Sincerity drips from my words. She searches my face for any sign of deceit, which she won’t find. After a few grueling seconds that feel like hours, she finally whispers, “Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask hopefully.
“I do reserve the right to let Amy kick your ass with her bat if I find out you lied to me,” she threatens.
I’m not lying. I’d rather put a bullet in my head than ever cause her pain again.
I place a kiss on her forehead. “Darlin’, if I’m lying, I’ll let my brothers hold me down for her.”
CHAPTER 20
HOPE
Islide off his lap and sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly shy. “So… this is your room.”
The air around us surges with sexual tension. As pissed as I am at him for leaving without a goodbye, and his admittance of women living inside the clubhouse to sleep with the men, I desperately want this man. Now’s not the time, though. We need to repair our relationship first, and sex will only complicate that. He needs to know that fucking me into orgasmic bliss won’t solve all of our problems. Communication and honesty will.
