“I don’t know about that, less opinionated might be nice.”
She put her hand over my face and pushed me back, I just laughed into her palm then grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding her there, her tits thrust out towards me.
“Let me put it another way,” I told her. “When I move down there, your ass is coming with me.”
I could tell she wanted to get pissy about it, but I didn’t give her a chance, pulling her mouth to mine. She moaned, trying to free her arms but I wouldn’t let her. I just kept kissing her, my dick hardening between us. I’d never get tired of this and I’d never take her for granted again. When I let her come up for air, she glanced down at my dick, then back up at my face. She didn’t say anything as she rose up then pushed back down on me.
“I get to decorate,” she said.
“Wait? What?” I began to ask but she started to move, grinding down on me. I’d promise her anything right now, so instead of falling into that trap, I kept my damn mouth shut and let her ride me until we both exploded again.
Chapter Twenty
Two days passed without much happening. My dad and the others were busy planning how to trap Nytro and his asshole officers. Mace wasn’t exactly given much freedom, there was always someone up there with him at the cabin, but they let him go outside every once in a while. As much as Hudson hated the thought of me being in the same room as him, I still slipped away at times to check in on Mace. I couldn’t really explain the way I felt about him.
Hudson had mostly been busy with club stuff, and making sure things at his house were getting sorted. I still couldn’t believe I’d agreed to move down there with him. But I rationalised it wasn’t forever, just while I was still in a mini lock down on the compound. Although I did fantasise a lot about what it would be like to actually live there with him, permanently.
He’d been insatiable the last few days, like we couldn’t be in the vicinity of each other without him dragging me off to some dark corner to kiss me stupid or feel me up. It was different to how we had been just before Lily and Omen took me. Things were tentative then, we still weren’t sure where we stood but now, after I got that tattoo, it was like a switch had been flipped.
I ignored the twinge of desperation I felt between us, like we were getting everything we could from each other in case it all fell apart. I didn’t think it would, but we’d been so thoroughly destroyed by each other, through a cruel act of someone else, that we were being cautious.
Casper freaked me the hell out when he saw the tattoo and told me we were more or less married now, cackling like a hyena at the expression on my face.
Rosa invited me over today along with Cassie, to have dinner and a few bottles of wine. We had guards coming out of our asses, but it was still nice to be given some sense of freedom back. I would have thought after what happened I would have been hidden away.
Hudson was busy going over plans with Ballistic though it didn’t stop him being the one to drive me over here. I wanted to be pissed at the proprietary, but I… wasn’t. And I had to question what the hell was wrong with me? I wouldn’t lose myself because of a guy. I couldn’t. Yet, Hudson was sinking into my soul.
Cassie and Rosa were in the kitchen when I arrived, after hopping off the back of Hudson’s bike and getting a searing kiss, a reminder of where I needed to be later, and a slap on the ass.
“You sicken me,” Cassie said as I came into the room. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, cross legged wearing jeans and a baggy Motorhead t-shirt. I’d never seen her looking so casual, nor had she greeted me quite like that before.
“Me? Why?” I dropped my coat over the back of a chair and stared at her.
She nodded to where we could see Hudson chatting with the men out front, before he pulled on his helmet and rode away.
“See, mom, look at her. That loved up look on her face. It’s disgusting.”
“It’ll hit you one day, my love,” Rosa poured me a glass of wine and held it out. “Then I fully expect Waverley to give you shit about this.”
“Fat chance,” Cassie scoffed. “Men can go fuck themselves.”
“They do, regularly,” Rosa chuckled.
“Gross. Do you see how gross my mother is?” Cassie looked back to me. “And for the record, I don’t thinkyou’redisgusting per se. It’s just the whole situation. I don’t know how you do it honestly. Being tied down to one guy.”
“I thought you were dating someone in the City?” I asked, slipping off my shoes and taking a seat on a high wooden stool at the counter beside her.
“Dating,” Rosa rolled her eyes. “She’s fucking a work colleague.”
“I am not…” Cassie pouted for a second. “Not anymore anyway. He wantsmore,”she made quotes with her fingers, almost sloshing her wine.
“And you don’t?” I ask.
“Absolutely not.”
“With him, or… anyone?” I looked up at her, trying not to let on what I knew. Her eyes narrowed on me as we held the look.
“Her heart is made of wood,” Rosa interrupted us, drawing Cassie’s eyes away.
