I can’t believe what I’m hearing. But isn’t this why my grandfather loved this club and being Rock’s best friend? He’s always talked about how they were ahead of their time.
Finally, I say, “This club definitely does things its own way.”
“Yeah,” Onyx says, lifting the bottle again. “But we get the job done and that’s the important thing.”
I move closer, watching as Stitch finishes dressing the wound and tapes a protective cover over the fresh stitches. When it’s done, Onyx catches my chin and gently tilts my head back until he can gaze into my eyes.
“The important thing is Brennan is off the street and back behind bars,” he says. “That means you get your life back.”
I nod, becoming emotional all over again, as we look into each other’s eyes.
The spell is broken when Katie comes running in with Slate beside her. She’s holding a small package.
She hands it to him. “You got a special delivery, Uncle Onyx.”
He takes it carefully. “This is a really special gift for my old lady. Thanks for hand delivering it.”
“Sorry if it’s a bit sticky,” Slate mutters. “No one ever told me how sticky kids get.”
Katie giggles.
The smile on Slate’s face as he looks at his daughter says it all. He might look mean and tough, but that little girl melts his heart. It makes me think about the news I have to share with Onyx.
Katie reaches for her dad and Slate scoops her up into his arms and walks away with her.
I can’t help but eye the small box that Onyx slides into the inside pocket of his cut. It’s tiny, like it’s for jewelry or some other small trinket. This man of mine has a habit of spoiling me, so I honestly can’t imagine what is inside.
I slide one hand up to cup his cheek and ask, “Do you want to go upstairs and get cleaned up? Queenie and Tessa are planning a little get-together to celebrate finally putting this case to rest.”
His expression turns heated and he’s off the stool so fast that he almost drops me out of his lap. I know we can’t have hot biker sex with him having a fresh wound, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Rather than letting him pick me up again, I take his hand and lead him upstairs to the suite that I’m beginning to think of as ours instead of his.
I start a warm shower and when I turn to help Onyx out of his clothing, he’s standing there naked as the day he was born. Letting my eyes trail down and back up his tattooed and muscled body, I can honestly say that I’ve never seen a more attractiveman in my entire life. The sexy smirk on his face tells me my mouth is hanging open.
My eyes drop down. His cock is rock hard. So much for thinking that an injury would put him out of action.
“Best get rid of your clothes or you’re gonna miss all the fun,” he tells me with a devilish grin.
My hands are yanking off my clothes before my brain really engages because all I can think of is being in the shower with him and lathering up his bulging muscles.
When he steps inside, I panic. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to wrap your arm to keep the stitches from getting wet?”
Onyx lifts his arm. “Stitch learned a fuckin’ long time ago to give us a tough waterproof covering over our wounds.”
My anxiety drops away almost immediately. I close the distance between us and step into the shower. This is where the magic happens for the two of us. The second the door closes, he reaches for me. I move into his arms and lay my cheek on his massive chest. I can hear his heartbeat, beating strong and sure. He grabs the sprayer with his good hand and uses it to spray down our hair and bodies.
“It’s my turn to take care of you,” I whisper, reaching for his shower gel. He’s slowly learning that he doesn’t have to do everything when we’re together. That sometimes it’s okay to just enjoy the love I give him. I enjoy touching him and making him feel good. Onyx is a good and wonderful partner.
Before I know it, we’re kissing. Onyx can lay down a lip lock like nobody’s business. We get lost in that kiss for what seems like a long time. When he tries to lift me against the wall, I push back against his chest. “We can’t because you have stitches.”
“Fine. I want you on my face then,” he demands, rinsing the soap off his body.
I glance down, soaping myself up as I try to imagine that position and the minute the visual pops into my mind, I decide that I want it, badly.
Suddenly, he uses the sprayer to rinse me mid-wash. “Come on, Em. That pretty little body of yours is as clean as it’s going to get.”
I just shake my head, bewildered by where this man gets his stamina.
We dry off on the way to bed, toss the towels aside, and climb in. Onyx rolls over on his back and taps his chest. “Get up here, Em. I want you on my face so I can taste that soft pussy of yours.”
