Ghost snorted. “Seriously? Why?” Ranger had said he just went by his surname in the Army, whereas Ghost, Lucky, Bulldog, and some of the others kept their military monikers.
“I think because of his hair,” she replied, and he felt her shrug against his back. “Not very original in my opinion, but he will always be ‘Liam’ to me.” Ghost was about to make a smart-ass comment about getting back at Ranger for keeping that information to himself when he heard Becks speak again. Her voice was lower, but he was able to make out her words. “I hope he’ll forgive me.”
Ghost spotted a hotel sign and took the next exit. He pushed the yellow light, taking the turn quickly. For having never ridden before, Becks didn’t fight the turnings, leaning with him instead of against him.
He pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. He steadied Becks as she got off the seat before dismounting himself, but he didn’t let her get far. Instead, he pushed her back onto the seat, like she was sitting sidesaddle on a horse, removed his helmet from her head, and then caged her in with his arms. Christ, he loved her eyes, and thanked God she didn’t have the same eyes as her brother.
“Why would he need to forgive you?” Had something else happened at the wedding before he arrived?
Becks looked at Ghost like she was questioning his sanity. “Um, because we just ditched him with my mess? All those out-of-town guests, the caterers, the photographer… Hell, even Ritchie! What if he decides to go back and make a stink?”
“Ranger can handle himself,” Ghost reassured her. “As for the rest, I’ll make sure everyone gets compensated appropriately.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What, are you rich or something?”
Ghost chuckled lightly. “No, but I am a single man who hasn’t had a living expense bill his entire adult life. I don’t spend my money on junk I don’t need, and I take a decent salary from the bar, not to mention now being named president.”
“You get a salary from the club too?”
Ghost nodded. “There are three positions that do: president, VP, and sergeant at arms. It’s not anything major, but just a little something extra.” He touched a lock of hair that had fallen loosefrom her bun. “Beyond Ranger being my enforcer, he’s your brother. He might be pissed as hell at me, but he’ll do right by you, Rebel.”
She bit her lip, drawing his eyes down to the round, plump ridges. She had a light coating of red lipstick that was elegant rather than flashy. Ghost had never been jealous of a pair of teeth before, but fucking hell, he was now. Christ, he had it bad for this woman, and she had no concept of how much.
To save his aching balls, Ghost reached up and gently pulled her lip out from between her teeth. “If you want to go back, I’ll take you back,” he told her honestly. “We’ll hop back on my hog, if that’ll make you feel better.Or…” he added, his eyes dropping down to her neckline and thin halter straps.
Becks’ cheeks flushed. “Or…?” she asked, just as leadingly.
“God, I love your voice.” His was little more than a growl himself. He traced the lace that covered the top of her breasts. She might have loved this dress, but he had no doubt she bought it with modesty in mind, and Ghost hadnointention of keeping her modest.
“Or,” she pressed again.
There were too many options, too many things he wanted to do to her. “Or,” he continued, letting his fingers slide down to trace the roundness of her tits under the white cloth of her dress. “I get us a room, cut the rest of this dress off you, and use its scraps to tie to you the bed where I make you scream my name so loudly they call hotel security.”
Becks visibly shook at his words. “B,” she breathed. “I choose Option B.”
CHAPTER 9
The tension was high on the elevator ride. Checking in had been awkward. Guests and staff stared at her torn dress, Ghost’s disheveled appearance, and their lack of luggage besides his small saddlebag. Becks hadn’t meant to ask him about money, but it would have to come up eventually now that they were married. She’d taken two weeks off for her honeymoon with Ritchie. Now, she would need to spend those two weeks figuring out how to move herself to Mount Grove, instead of Atlanta.
Ghost didn’t seem to give a damn as he paid for the room for two nights, accepted the early check-in fee with no issue, and even requested room service in two hours.
Two hours?Becks’ jaw fell open, which he closed with the crook of his finger. But seriously—two hours? What exactly did he plan on them doing for two hours before room service arrived? Yeah, he’d talked about using her dress to tie her to the bed, which sounded hot as fuck, but like, what was he planning on doing after they had sex?
Becks had never been an initiator when it came to sex. She liked sex, and she had fantasies just like any other woman, but she’d never experienced the mind-blowing, body-cripplingorgasm she read about in books or saw in movies. Ritchie had obviously been her most recent lover, but they weren’t together that often. Her boyfriend before that had been so rough when he went down on her that it had been painful, but Becks had been too young and awkward to tell him. He also cheated on her before she found the nerve. And her boyfriend before that took her virginity in college. He’d been sweet, but they both were too inexperienced to have the wild, incredible sex art portrayed.
Honestly, up to this point, the best lover she’d ever had was the vibrator Libby bought her on her twenty-fifth birthday after they discovered her ex had been cheating on her.
As soon as the elevator doors opened with ading, Ghost hoisted Becks up into his arms bridal style and headed toward the room. Becks felt like she’d been struck by lightning. How in the world did this man get her blood pumping so quickly?
Feeling emboldened, Becks ducked her head and pressed her lips to his neck, just below his ear. She could tell he hadn’t shaved that morning, because he wasn’t as thoroughly groomed as he’d been yesterday or Thursday. She had to admit, she didn’t mind the scruff.
“Behave or I’ll end up fucking you in the hall.” Becks’ chest tightened at the gravel in his warning, his voice stoking the fire raging inside her.
“Not really giving me incentive to stop.”
The groan Ghost emitted sounded tortured, like it stemmed from the depths of his soul. He stopped in front of their door and juggled the keycard against the door lock. “I have done some despicable things in my life, Rebel, but I will not take my wife for the first time in the hotel hallway.” He threw the door open.
Becks lifted her head to look at him. “So you’ll take me in the hallway our second time?”
