I scowled. But it planted a seed. I checked Nash was in for the night and called in my thousandth favour from Rubi.
Embry was doing that thing where the whole fucking club wanted to talk to him about their problems. In the past, I’d have channelled fuck-off vibes for days to get rid of them, but I waited my turn now. Embry’s job was his life. He needed to do it to feel whole.
Didn’t stop me hustling him out of the clubhouse the millisecond he was done, though. “Come with me.”
He followed me without question. I led him to the bikes and we rumbled out of the compound.
Rubi’s house held bad memories for us, but we’d vanquished them months ago. I let us in, checked every fucking room, then accepted the beer Embry passed me.
It was cold against my lips.
He watched me swallow as he shut the kitchen blinds. Then he was on me and I careened back, letting him throw me against the fridge.
It rattled.
Magnets fell off.
I didn’t give a shit. If it broke, I’d fix it.
There were perfectly good beds upstairs. We’d never slept in them. Never fucked on them either. Rubi’s giant couch was all we needed, and we tumbled onto it before I could blink.
We had gentle sex sometimes. The kind that made me shiver and cry.
Sometimes we had wild sex, like this. Still half dressed. Rough hands and reddened skin. On our knees, me behind him while his body arched into my greedy hands. I loved fucking him. My palms roamed his torso, covering every inch of scarred and inked skin, cataloguing it over and over as if I’d ever forget. Fisting his cock in time with the drive of my hips, still awed by how hard he was for me.
I kissed his exposed throat, then his lips as he turned his head and wound his shaking arms around my neck. “I’m so close.”
He made this strangled, desperate sound that did nothing for my stamina. I banged my hips a little harder.
A little faster.
Embry groaned.
Or maybe it was me.
Either way, we detonated, and it was a while before we came down.
Before I noticed he was leaning over me, amused by who the fuck knew what.
“You’re cute after sex,” he answered my silent question. “And I love that I was thinking about that before and after we did this.”
“You’re okay?”
“I am.”
A smile rose on my face.
Embry traced the scar with his fingertip. “I’m so okay I want you to fuck me again.”
“Already?”
“Soon.”
Fine by me. We had a lot of sex, but I never took it for granted. So much had changed in the last six months, but Embry was still Embry. We didn’t fuck in the bed we’d always slept in. Kissing him there was a game of roulette.
But he slept in my arms, and that was the only kind of perfect I needed.
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