I kiss him again, squeezing his biceps. “Just you, me, and the setting sun, Angel.” My hands slide down the backs of his thighs, cupping him behind the knees and lifting him onto my car. His big brown eyes widen. Kissing his neck, I drink in the needy moan that escapes his lips as his arms loop around my neck. “What do you want to do while we’re there?”
I kiss him down until he’s lying on top of my hood, his erection pressing against mine. I want to taste him, suck him, make him as crazy as he makes me. “I’m not sure,” he whispers. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t care as long as it involves you in some stage of undress, moaning with your thick cock filling my mouth.” He smiles against my lips. “Or my ass.” I grind against him again and his breath hitches, the setting sun our backdrop. I’ve never been one for public sex, but if I could get him spread out naked on my car right now, I would. “I want to make you come, Felix.” His sharp inhale makes me smile. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?”
He cups my face, pulling my attention back to him. “We should go inside.” His thumb rubs the back of my neck. “You should rest your leg.” We spent the day by the lake andwalked a little hiking trail. He’s right, I know he is, but common sense who? I want him under me, writhing and moaning. Felix feels damn near like heaven. “Maybe a bath first and see how you feel?”
“Will you get in with me?” I want him naked, but I know he gets insecure. I want him to open up to me. I want to extinguish every self-conscious thought in his beautiful mind.
“What is this? To you?” My body goes rigid. My lips pull off his neck to look at him. Really look at him. “I’m sorry, I’m just... I want to know what this is between us.”
In the past, I’ve been hesitant. Being official with someone means relying on them. It means some level of trust comes with it, and I’ve never been one to trust easily. I’ve been hurt by others, but I know with one hundred percent certainty I will not be hurt by him. He’s everything I’ve been waiting for. He’s my burst of sunlight in a dark forest. “What do you want?” My lips ghost the edge of his jaw. “You want me to say that you’re mine?” My voice is a whisper. “Because you are mine. If you want to be.”
I nip his earlobe, his voice a whine as he says, “I do. I do want that.”
“Then let’s go take a bath.” My nose runs through his hair. He smells like cinnamon and vanilla from the cookies he made earlier. “Then let me show you what it means to be mine.”
“Grey, I—” Felix opens his mouth then shuts it as we both turn toward the sound of gravel crunching. He goes rigid in my arms. “Grey,” he whimpers. Fuck, the gate.
“Don’t move,” I whisper. “Don’t panic. You’re safe, you hear me? Safe.”
“Grey.”
“Shh.” I kiss him gently. “I protect what’s mine. And you are mine.”
My knee is killing me, but I straighten to my full height,pulling out of his arms. I try my best not to show any limp or weakness. I may be injured, but I have no qualms about putting this asshole six feet under.
Steven parks his car and gets out. I want to rip the smile clean off his face. “So.” He shrugs, walking up my driveway. “I was coming by to check if you’ve seen anything, but I think my suspicions are confirmed.”
“Get off my property.”
“You first.” He smirks. My fists clench. How many years do you get for assaulting an officer? It might be worth it. “Joke. Just a joke.” Steven holds his hands up in mock surrender, still walking toward us.
“Go to the house and lock the fucking door.”
“No! I’m not leaving you out here alone!” he hisses.
“You know I usually love it when you boss me around but now is not the time.” I look back at him. “Get in the house.”
“No.” The defiant twist of his mouth makes pride swell in my chest. I know that months ago he would have cowered and done what I asked. Now there’s a fire in his eyes, and I’m so damn proud of him.
Even if he’s being stubborn. “Felix. Go.”
“No.” He hugs me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. I watch Steven’s dark eyes flick to his hands. That’s right, fucker. “This is my mess,” he whispers.
“Your mess is my mess.” I look back at him. “Stay behind me.”
He concedes to that. The door is only a few feet away, and I still think I can take Steven even with my injury.
“Just want to talk.”
“And I want you to fuck off my property. Felix, call the actual cops.”
Steven’s eyes blaze. “Sleeping with another man’s husband? And I’m the criminal?”
“He left you. He doesn’t want anything to do with yourabusive ass. Get off my property.” Not that I want to use it, but I wish I had my gun on me. I’m hyperaware of the one on his hip.
“Abusive? Felix, what stories are you spinning now? I swear he loves the attention. Makes shit up. It’s time to come home now.” He steps toward us.
