“Yeah?”
“We were” —she cleared her throat— “Intimate.”
“You fucked?”
Her smile fell. “Notthatintimate.” She covered her face with her hand.
What the fuck?
“Hey,” he snapped, and she parted her fingers, peeking through the opening.
“Could you tell?”
There was no shame in being a virgin and therefore, no reason for him to lie. But he sensed her insecurity as if being her first time, she might not measure up to his past. The last thing he wanted her thinking about was not being good enough. This woman was everything to him.
He hesitated too long. Her shoulders sagged, and he saw where her mind was going. He hooked his arm around her waist, dragging her over his chest.
“No, I couldn’t tell.” He brushed her hair away from her eyes. “But I fucking like it.”
Her lips twitched and she peeked up through her lashes. “You like being my first?”
“And your only.” He pulled her down and kissed her.
Ever!
****
Wraith could’ve spent the next few days locked up in the shitty motel with her. But he had to meet up with Ace. His president was in the yard when they pulled in the next morning. Wraith had every intention of giving the whole club the breakdown of how things had changed. They’d all seen it coming. According to Ace and Cross, they were waiting on it.
He parked the bike and waited for Cleo to get off first. He expected her to walk inside, but she waited in front of the bike. He walked toward her, and she leaned closer.
“Gotta talk to Ace.”
She gasped and spun around. Apparently, she hadn’t seen Ace when they pulled in. She stepped back and waved to him.
“Bye.” Cleo skittered off.
What the fuck?She was almost out of his reach, but he was able to grab the corner of her shirt. “Get back here.” He tugged lightly, and she shifted her gaze between him and Ace.
Wraith spread his hand just above her ass and cupped her jaw. “Relax, Cleo.”
She widened her eyes. “Ace can see us. Are you okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. We never talked about being together.” She shrugged and lowered her voice. “In front of everybody.”
Cleo didn’t get it. She was the last one in the whole clubhouse to realize that she was Wraith’s and had been since the minute she’d stepped foot in Killcreek. That was on him. Wraith caressed his thumb over her cheek and kissed her. Cleo was not at ease,and while she kissed him back, it was tense and unsure. He broke from the kiss but kept her close.
“You’re with me. They know that. Nothing more to talk about.”
She flattened her lips, seemingly unhappy with his short declaration. Wraith wasn’t brushing off her concerns but they had no merit. No one would take issue with them being together. But? She didn’t know that and if reassurance was what she needed, then he’d give it to her.
“But if you want to talk then we will, okay?”
“Okay,” she blurted.
He pulled back, smirking. “You want to go inside?”
