“Technically, I didn’t say that. I said, when you’re ready. I didn’t wanna rush things and ruin it. You know how I have a tendency to do that.” The coy look on his face is so sweet. I want to kiss every nook and cranny of him. I want to bathe in his warmth…
“I’ve been ready forever,” I tell him earnestly. “I love you, Austin. I probably haven’t said it enough, and maybe I’m getting old and sentimental but—” He cuts me off, holding either side of my face as he presses his lips to mine, and I am gone.
The slight stubble of his beard feels like home. The spicy scent of him washes through my veins like a potion, one I’m completely addicted to. One I never want to let go of again.
“I love you, too,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine. “You know I never stopped either.”
Our kiss intensifies and I crawl into his lap, straddling him. He groans when I rub myself against his hard length, further lighting the fire between us. “Fuck, baby.” His teeth graze my jaw, sending a thrill right through me. “You keep rubbin’ that sweet pussy on me, and your brother won’t be the only one in this city who knows what we’re up to down here.”
“Promises, promises,” I mutter, in between kisses.
He squeezes my ass. “Anyway, I’ve always thought you look hot as fuck on the back of my sled.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “We’re going on your motorcycle?”
He bumps his hips, and I bite down on my bottom lip, barely able to contain my groan. “I’ve fantasized about this day for as long as I can remember,” he says, a sexy glint in his eyes. “You’re my ol’ lady, and you should be on the back of my bike.”
“Next you’re going to say something crazy like you’re going to claim me at the table.”
It’s a biker thing.
He chuckles. “Nah, because we’re already wed, they know you’re mine.”
“I guess that’s a yes then.” He barely lets me finish before revisiting that kiss, his tongue finding its way into my mouth.
We need to get this on the road. Like, now because I can’t wait for one more second to have him the way I want.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Haze
Having Willow wrapped around me while we drive through the streets of New Orleans feels like a figment of my imagination. I’ve always wanted this. My woman on the back of my motorcycle, holding on tight, her thighs pressing against mine as I imagine all the ways I’m going to make her scream when we’re alone.
Of course I’m glad my short-lived celibacy stint has ended between us. Ecstatic, in fact. The way Willow has been opening up more is something new. I like it. I may know a lot about her, but us talking things through gives me hope. We’ve never been stronger than we are right now. The feelings I had never left, but now I know for sure I will never let her go again.
The thought of losing her terrifies me. It’s why I have to keep her close.
She tightens her arms around my middle and my dick is so painfully hard at her closeness. Here she is, the fucking captain of the NOPD, and she’s riding with her old man because she loves me. Fuck, those words will be forever etched on my soul. The only thing that matters more than this moment is keepingher safe forever. Then there’s Crunch falling in love with her. How could he not? She’s an angel, just like him. I always said Crunch came down from heaven without wings, just to try and disguise himself, but I know the truth. When I’ve been down and out, he’s always there, snuggling up beside me, needing my attention. Now we can all snuggle together, and I know that sounds fucking weak, but there’s nothing weak about wanting family time with my wife and our son. A chuckle rumbles through me,our son.Well, it’s not untrue.
She’s so good with him, and he can be a little off with new people.
Movement has me snapping back out of my reverie, Willow’s hands flat against my abs and dangerously close to my belt. I want to go faster, get to her apartment quicker, but that would be dangerous with my precious cargo on the back. I clamp a hand over both of hers, holding them in place, letting her know I fucking approve and I love it.
We make haste once we park my sled and enter the building. Once inside the elevator our hands are all over each other as soon as the doors close. I want to fuck her right here, right now, but this place is fancy and I know they have cameras. We kiss and tease each other until the elevator doors stop on her floor, and I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me as I carry her to her door. She’s so fucking tiny and lightweight.
I press her against her front door, giving her a dry run as she moans, trying to swipe the fob against the plate as I continue my torture.
“H-haze,” she whispers, panting. “Oh, my god. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“Here?” I snicker, biting her neck gently. “Whatever will the neighbors think?”
She finally gets the lock to click, and I push the door open, then immediately kick it shut once we’re safely inside. I plant herback against the other side of the door as she tries to claw my shirt off.
“Someone’s eager,” I muse, helping her out as I shuck it over my head.
“Your body is insane, Aust.” I love it when she switches to my real name. Nobody can call me Austin like that except her. “You’re so fucking big.”
