“You should wear my cut,” I whispered, all the humor dropping from my face as I held her gaze.
Her hands moved from my cheeks to my shoulders, her fingers tracing every crease in the leather, around every patch on my chest, with more reverence than I expected. She didn’t meet my eyes for the longest time. Her chest just rose and fell with breaths as she took in the cut.
Finally, her eyes met mine, the hunger I’d mentioned earlier shining back at me. “Isn’t that breaking some cardinal rule of the club?”
“Not when you’re the one who makes the rules, and I wouldn’t care even if it was.” Leaning back on one arm again, my other hand pulled her closer, and it suddenly seemed so important for me to see her wearing it. There was no reason to it. I knew it was probably too fucking soon. But I wanted it. I needed it.
Another roll of her hips and a squeeze of her thighs, and she was sitting up, looking down at me expectantly. “I… I would be honored. Gimmie.”
Sitting us both up, my hand brushed over the end of my growing beard before I shrugged myself out of my very own security blanket and watched her as she watched me, watching her. “Be gentle with it. This is more important to me than my own heart.”
She took it from me as though it was made of gold andcovered in diamonds. She wasn’t being sarcastic. I could see how lost in the moment she was as she held it and brought it to her face, her cheek touching it gently. It took her a moment to move again, but when she did, she slipped the leather over her arm, her own eyes lost in the movement as it slid over her skin before she repeated it on the other side, shrugging it so it was level. Her eyes were wide when they met mine. “It’s heavier than I thought it would be, but it’s soft and smells like you.”
I expected some smartass comments to come up once she had it over her shoulders. I expected for me to try and make light of the situation or for her to roll her eyes at the fact that I held onto a piece of leather with as tight a grip as I did. I expected to feel a twinge of something going on when her blonde hair fell over the front of it, covering the embroidered badges of the MC’s name. I expected lots, I guess.
What I wasn’t fucking prepared for was the pain in my chest as I looked up at her. That was pretty indescribable. My face creased as I took her in, and no matter how hard I tried to dislodge that painful lump in my throat, I couldn’t shift it for shit. There wasn’t much I could say to try and tell her how she looked to me, so instead of saying anything at all, I let my hands do the talking and pushed myself up again. The tips of my fingers fell inside the cut, meeting the warmth of her ribs before they curled around her skin and held her in place. I’d seen men hand their leather over to other women before, sometimes with love, sometimes just to impress, more often than not as a fast track ticket to get laid, but I’d never seen any of the men look at their woman the way I was looking at Ayda.
I lifted my eyes to hers as my hands slid down her back until they had her ass in their grip, pulling her even closer.
“I didn’t hear a word you just said. I was too busylooking at the hottest woman alive wearing my most prized possession.”
The words hung between us, but I didn’t miss the quiver of muscles on her stomach as she tried to suck in a breath. Her voice was quiet as she spoke, trembling with every word she pushed out in a heated whisper. “Don’t be mad, but the way you’re looking at me right now…” She inhaled, her eyes closing for a second before opening to meet mine. “Fuck me, Drew.”
“With pleasure,” I growled back, instantly grateful that she’d gotten straight to the point. Gripping hold of her as tightly as I could, I pushed my mouth up to hers and attacked her with a hungry kiss. Our breaths were heavy from the word go, and I knew I couldn’t stay with her this way for long. Guiding her ass back and forth against me, my eyes fell closed as I got lost in that one single moment of pure fucking need for Ayda Hanagan.
It was no secret that I’d been with a lot of women, but with her on my lap and us engaged in some kind of private little cut ceremony, everything felt new. There were several different ways this could go in my head, but as Ayda’s hands pulled me closer and she released that perfect, feminine mewl from the back of her throat, all thoughts of trying to take this slow flew right out of the window. Within seconds, I was up on my feet and my fingers were digging into the curves of her ass as I spun us both around. Every move she made, every kiss and slow flick of her tongue had me growing harder and painfully needy. The demand to be a part of her wasn’t just strong, it was overpowering. I didn’t know who I was until I guided her back down onto the bed and let my hips drop against hers.
My arm fell beside her head while my free hand pushed one side of the cut away from her, exposing her bra just enough for me to feel even hungrier. “Jesus, Ayda…”
Her hands found their way around to the back of my neck as I looked down at her body with a newfound admiration and tried like shit to take my time. But it was impossible. Everything felt impossible when I had her caged beneath me.
As my hand trailed up over her bra, my fingers grazed down the middle of her chest, following the path across her stomach until they paused on the button of her jeans. Her body responded instantly. The way she arched her back just an inch off the bed, rolling her spine along the mattress until her ass rose, too… it was her way of telling me that she needed this to move as quickly as I wanted it to.
“I hope you’re rea—”
My shoulders bounced and my body flinched with the fist bang against my bedroom door interrupting us at the worst fucking moment. It was loud, it was angry and it was desperate, but with her beneath me, and my hand paused over the button of her jeans, all I could think to do was let my anger out and shout.
“Fuckoff!”
“Drew. Listen up,” Slater started, his voice pushed up against the door as he yelled back.
“I swear to God, Slater. Not now. I will fucking kill you if you walk into this room.”
“Tucker…”
“GO!” I snapped back, throwing my head in his direction, unable to ignore the way Ayda’s grip tightened around my neck as she tried to pull me back down.
For a moment, I thought that had done the trick. I thoughthe’d got the hint and taken a hike. But when the sound of his boots hitting the bottom of the door warned me of his presence, my body dropped down onto Ayda’s and I let out a heavy sigh.
“I can’t go, bro. We need you out here, now. I’m coming in.”
“What?” I didn’t have time to put up an argument before the door pushed open and Slater stood there in the doorway. Rolling on top of Ayda, I let my hands slide to the edges of the cut and tried to pull it closed over her exposed body. The death glare I shot to Slater felt strong enough to knock him on his ass, but he didn’t falter one bit as he looked back at me, then down at her, raising his brows as his eyes landed on the leather.
“You had better fucking run,” I growled at him.
Slater didn’t say anything about what he was seeing, even though the flash of acknowledgement was there and I knew he understood what it meant for her to be sprawled out on my bed, wearing our brothers’ identity across her chest. When his eyes eventually lifted to mine, it was my turn to look surprised as he shook his head and let out a weighted sigh.
“If you don’t get out here now, we’ll all be running.”
