The elevator doors open and I guide her out of it with a hand on her lower back, needing the connection, even if only for a few seconds. It’s like I can’t draw a proper breath if I’m not touching her. Feeling her warmth. Her softness. I press a kiss to her temple, giving her side a squeeze.
“They’re gonna love you.”
She frowns that adorable frown. Perfectly manicured brows bunched; full lips tight. Fuck, I’m getting hard… again…
“You don’t know that.”
I roll my eyes, still smiling because apparently that’s another thing that’s become second nature around my mate.
“I do.” I steer her toward my private section of the garage, adding, “I know you, I love you. And they trust my judgment.”
Des stops walking. “You… you love me?”
Shit. Did I not say that yet? Feels like I’ve been screaming it in my head since the moment I caught her scent.
“Yeah, little one.” I turn to face her, cup her soft cheeks in my hands. “I fucking love you. Thought that was obvious.”
Her pretty brown eyes go shiny when she answers softly, “You never said it.”
“Babe.” I tilt my head to the side, holding her gaze. She’s so fucking beautiful, both my heart and cock are about to fucking explode. Looking up at me like this. Like I fucking hung the moon and carry it in my hand. And I would do that for her if that was what she wanted. Fucking move heaven, earth, and hell to give her anything, everything. Keep her happy, safe, fucking mine.
Destiny shakes her head, raising her palms up. “Babe, what?”
At this rate, my eyes are gonna fall out of my skull. “I broke down your fucking door, knotted you on your counter, moved you into my place the first time I brought you here, and was thisclose to dismembering your landlord.” I bring my thumb and index finger an inch apart. “How is that not saying I’m fucking crazy about you?”
It’s her turn to roll her eyes, laughing through misty eyes, as she lays her palms flat on my chest. One hand on my heart… “I guess.”
A growl vibrates through my chest. There’s no fucking guessing involved here. Not between us. Not with my girl. My mate. My omega. “I love you, Destiny.” I press my forehead to hers.
“I love you too.” She rises on her tiptoes and kisses me. Her lips are soft and they taste so damn sweet… Then she adds against my mouth, “Even when you’re grumpy and dramatic.”
I raise my head. “I’m not dramatic.”
The little pest is smirking. “You broke down my door.”
I return her teasing smile. “It was in the way.”
She laughs, and I feel the flutter of anxiety in our bond settle into something warm and big and beautiful. Fuck. She’s perfect. We’re perfect together.
“Now.” I take her small hand, leading her deeper into the garage. “Let’s get moving.”
From the corner of my eye, because I can’t stop looking at my girl, even for a few seconds, I catch her jaw drop when we round the corner.
“Rahel… What the fuck?”
I frown before realizing what Destiny is talking about. My collection takes up half of the underground level. Twelve bikes, ranging from vintage to custom builds. A classic cherry red ‘67 Mustang, a blacked-out Range Rover, a white G-Wagon, and my cage. My truck is a massive Ford 350.
“Hmm… this is all yours?” Her eyes are bouncing from one of my vehicles to the other, and I fucking love seeing theappreciation in them. Shit, I’m in a fucking MC, I fucking love loud and fast engines.
I chuckle, pulling her into my side to kiss the top of her curls. “Five hundred years, baby. Gotta spend the money on something.”
She walks along the row of bikes, trailing her fingers over chrome and leather. “Honey, you have a whole freaking dealership.”
I laugh again, fucking love watching her admire my shit. “I like bikes.”
“Youlikebikes? Babe, I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but this isn’t liking bikes. This is a problem.” She stops in front of my favorite, a custom silver and black Harley with shadows painted on it. “This one’s beautiful.” Her voice is almost reverent.
I close the distance between us. “That’s my main ride. The one I was on when I found you.”
