She laughed, the sound breathless and happy. “That was so intense!”
It was. “It felt like the first fuck of my life, only better.”
She turned over her shoulder and looped one arm around me with a smile. “Yeah, exactly that.” And then she kissed meagain, hard and fast until my cock grew inside of her and we came again. “Keep that up and I’ll be addicted to you in no time.”
“Good, because I’m already addicted to you Eliana.” It was the honest fucking truth. I was addicted to her smile and her laugh. Her big brown eyes. Lush pink lips. Her easy way with my daughter. The way she wasn’t afraid to stand up to me. “Totally fucking addicted.”
She gasped and turned to face me fully, moaning when my cock slipped free of her body. “This is going to get messy, isn’t it?”
“Nope. You’re mine and that’s pretty fucking simple.”
“But—” she began and I shook my head again.
“No buts, Eliana. You’re my wife. I’m your husband. How we got here doesn’t fucking matter. What we do with it does.”
That must’ve been the right answer because the smile she hit me with made me feel something I never thought I’d feel about a woman. “A veteran, a biker, and a poet? Lucky me.”
I kissed her hard before trailing soft kisses down her neck. “I’m the lucky one here, don’t ever forget that, darlin’.” I was lucky to have a woman like her and I knew it, and I’d make sure she never fucking regretted it.
“I think we’re both lucky so let’s just go with that.” Her fingertips danced across my jawline.
“Okay, now how about I fuck you just how you like it one more time before I go tell our daughter that we got married?” I slid a hand between us, groaning at the way her pussy coated two fingers as they slid inside her body.
She moaned. “Yes. Now, please.”
My fingers pumped slowly but I couldn’t look away from her face, serene in ecstasy. “Fuck I love it when you beg, Eliana.” My cock twitched at her sharp intake of breath. “And I love how you respond to my dirty talk.”
“And I love how well you control my body, Husband. So can you please fuck me?”
I smiled at her smiling face and gave her—mywife—exactly what we both wanted.
Chapter Twenty
Eliana
Ididn’t mean to sound like a nagging wife. But apparently marriage, real or fake, came with a new octave of panic I’d never felt before.
“You can’t go alone!” I insisted, more like screeched, stepping in front of him before he could reach the front door of the bedroom inside the clubhouse. “Sledge, youknowthis is a trap. You said so yourself that this whole thing is designed to lure you out. And you’re still going anyway?”
Sledge didn’t even hesitate, he just nodded once, calm as ever, like he didn’t have a single care, nor one ounce of anxiety in his entire body. “Of course I’m going. I am her father. I have to be there.”
“Then I should go with you,” I said quickly, trying any argument that might work, my breath caught at the thought of letting him walk into whatever the hell Zoya’s tormentor had planned for him. “Yeah, we should appear as a united front to make sure the judge keeps Zoya where she belongs.”
His gaze softened but his resolve was steely. “No.” He gathered my hands in his, holding me so gently for a man his size with permanently rough hands. He lifted one hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “You’re staying here with Zoya. If something happens…” he started and shook his head as if he could just shake off the deadly thoughts populating his mind. “You’re all she’s got left, Eliana.”
I swallowed hard. “Don’t say that. Donottalk like that.” The words clogged in my throat, too thick and too heavy to finish the thought.
“Like what?” he asked, face unreadable.
“Like something could happen to you.” I knew his life was filled with danger but that didn’t mean I wanted to think about something taking him from Zoya. From me.
“Aw.” His lips twitched into a smirk that should’ve been illegal in all fifty states. “You’re worried about me.” He said the words like they were a revelation, as if he couldn’t believe I cared.
I smacked his arm, pointlessly because his bicep didn’t even budge. “Of course I am. You’re my—” I began but I cut myself off before I could finish that sentence.
Husband. Partner. Person.
Whatever the hell he was.
