“Now we have to get you cleaned up.” I eye his cut in the mirror. “And I still say you need a stitch.”
“I’ll be fine.” He wraps both his arms around me, kissing my shoulder. “Mmmm … Just stay, Layla,” he chants into my hair. “Just for a minute.”
“Don’t try to distract me with that sexy, manly voice. It’s time to clean you up. And then it’s time for yoga.”
He groans deeply.
“Uh-uh,” I scold, patting his face. “Just becausewe’re infinitedoesn’t mean I’m giving up on healing your back.”
He chuckles and reaches around to turn my face up to his, kissing my lips. “I’m all for healing my back. And morenakedmassages are definitely in order, but fuck, I have to tell you … I paid your tuition the day after I met you. You were already mine, Layla, I just had to convince you.”
I laugh. Of course he did. I kiss him, tears filling my eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised but I am.” I kiss his jaw, closing my eyes. “Thank you, Sean, for finding me,” I whisper, and I know even though it seems impossible, I love this man already.
“Do you know what they say about love at first sight?” he asks as my eyes focus on him, as if he’s reading my mind. One tear spills onto my cheek as I smile at him.
“No, but I’m sure you do.”
“It’s an unbreakable promise that happens in an instant. That’s what this is. What we are. I fell irreversibly in love with you the moment you pushed me up against that cooler wall.” He chuckles, kissing my neck, and I laugh with him. Then his face grows serious. “I knew then that you were my match in every single way, Layla.”
“Is that so?” I ask.
“It is.” He drops his lips to mine. “And I have another promise. As sure as I stand here breathing”—he strokes my cheek—“I promise, by this time next year youwillbe my wife.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Layla
Two Months Later (because Sean and Layla don’t move slowly)
“There you go, little dove, just relax, open up for me.”
We haven’t had sex in two days, which is the longest we’ve gone in the two months since we met, but Sean says being patient will give us the best reward.
I breathe as Sean pushes the largest-size plug into my ass, and sigh as it settles inside me.
“Fuck, I’m rock fucking hard right now.” He grins, shaking his head as he looks down at my ass. The final stretch to being ready for him.
“How do you think I feel?” I bite out, slightly annoyed. I’m so full, and I go to move but he stops me, smacking my ass—and even that makes my pussy throb.
“Just burning this image into the memory bank.” He points to his temple with a wide grin and I laugh at him as I turn and pick up my cotton panties, sliding them up over my hips.
“Where are we going?” I ask, because he’s been very evasive all day.
“We just have one stop and then I need to see Wolfe before we come back here.” He kisses me then hands me the leather jacket he gave me, only now it has aProperty of Axpatch on the back with the Hounds of Hell insignia, and on the frontSeanis embroidered over my heart.
“It’ll take us a couple hours, and by the time we’re done you’ll be good and ready to take my thick cock in this tight little ass.”
I pull my dress up and push my arms through the straps. “Don’t remind me how thick it is, or I might change my mind.” I smirk at him over my shoulder.
“You have no fuckin’ choice at this point,” he says, low, dropping his lips to my neck.
I kiss him on his cheek, where my name is inked forever. God, he’s gorgeous. His trademark black t-shirt is tight on his strong upper arms, and his thick neck pulses as he watches me in the mirror. Every single day I think he gets even more beautiful, and not just because of how he looks, which is incredible, but because of who heis.
As my semester comes to an end, I’ve started going to his weekly visits with Buck, and Sean had me brought on staff so I could start more massage therapy on his legs to encourage better circulation. When I’m there, I see how much Sean cares for him. How much he cares for all the Veterans in the center. I’ve learned that the club helps fund local recovery clinics because of Sean and Wolfe’s love for their military brothers and sisters. So many of them end up on drugs or lost when they return home, but if Sean and Wolfe can help even one of them with what they do, they will. Even if the way they help fund the programs is on the wrong side of the law. And if I can help while I start my career, I will too.
Sean is renting a space for me come fall where I can set upmy own massage therapy clinic. I’ve continued working with him twice a week and we’ve seen a vast improvement in his pain and lower back strength as a result. My plan in my new space is to offer my services to injured Vets who might not be able to afford extra care. Coupled with their therapy, it will help with their anxiety and PTSD. Sean is inspiring me in a way I never thought possible when I first met him.
I remember his words every time I go to the center or think about our future:Sometimes you have to do a little bad to do a lot of good.
