With a chuckle, I bite her arm, and she yelps. “You felt that.”
“I guess I can feel my arm.”
“Hmm.” I reach out for her and drag her to me so she’s lying on top of my chest. “Come here. I can’t get close enough to you tonight.”
“We’re okay, Ry. What happened earlier made us a little needy for each other, but we’re okay.”
“Promise?”
She smiles up at me so sweetly, it steals my breath. “Promise. Gideon will find the asshole. He might kill them, even with an injured leg.”
“Not if I get to them first.” I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t ever want you to feel insecure about us. Because I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but you and that boy in the bunkhouse. And probably Gideon.”
She smirks and nuzzles into me. “I don’t feel insecure. Mostly, I was just jealous.”
“I don’t want that either.” I shake my head. “You have no reason to be jealous, Trouble.”
“But it’s normal, Ry.” She nudges back so she can look at me better. “It’s one thing to know you’ve been with other people. For fuck’s sake, you’re thirty-five. Of course you’re not a virgin. But it’s another thing altogether to see images of it. So yeah, I was jealous. And let’s not forget, it wasn’t that long ago that you were irrationally jealous over a phone conversation that you overheard between me and a colleague. So I won’t apologize for being jealous of literallyseeingyou fuck other women. Because I overthink literally everything.”
“Okay, let’s talk about that.” I brush my finger down her cheek. “What are you overthinking?”
Her blue eyes go stormy, and I nudge her chin up. “Nope, just tell me. Don’t get all up in your head.”
“I believe that’s the very definition of overthinking.”
I narrow my eyes, and she sighs. “I was so enjoying the afterglow. I guess my mind wanders to silly things like, was she better at something than me? Did he like it when she did this or that? Does he think about the time he hadheron her knees and she—”
“Okay, whoa.” I roll her under me and kiss her senseless until I feel her relax into the mattress. “I’m not like that. I can’t speak for all men, butIdon’t think that way. It may sound callous, but I don’t give a fuck, because we’re in our safe place and I can speak freely.”
She nods, watching me with wide eyes.
“I don’t remember much about most of those girls. Maybe bits and pieces, here and there. I was probably a little drunk with some of them. Or they were just a quick fuck, and then I moved on with my life. What you and I have is completely and utterly different. The sex is the best of my life.”
“You don’t have to say that for my ego.”
“Good. Because I’m not. It’s the truth.” I raise an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s the best of my life too.”
“You sound so convincing, baby.” I chuckle and nibble on her lips. “But it’s more than the sex. It’s this. Talking with you, laughing with you. It’s the whole package, and that’s something that I’ve never had with anyone else. So whatever you saw in those motherfucking pictures isnotapplicable to us. We’re so much more than that.”
She sighs and kisses my chin. “Okay.”
“That’s it?Okay?”
“I mean, what else do I say to that? I do wish I could sterilize my mind’s eye.”
I lift an eyebrow and nuzzle her cheek as I press inside her. “I guess I’d better get to work making you forget. I’ll fuck you until this is all you remember, Trouble.”
She sighs and wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me into her. “I won’t argue with that.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ryker
The sun is already up. Usually, I’d be out at the barn by now, checking in with my guys and getting to work. But I texted Dusty and told him I’d see them after lunch.
Last night was about reassuring Willow. Loving her, and making her feel safe after some piece of shit sent her those photos and upset her. We both needed the time together, to be intimate.
