With my mental health focus came new challenges and situations I had to face. Some of those things I could do with my pack, others I needed to do alone. Today, I needed them close.
“How’s the view down there, sweetheart?”
The constant warmth from Hendrix’s presence and his touch seeps into my bones, and it feels like sunshine on a rainy day making my soul skip a beat. The spin cycle in my stomach slows, and I manage a few deep inhales before turning to face him.
His arms are already outstretched, waiting, with no concern at all for his new black suit. Loving someone struggling with their emotions can be a messy affair. I get there will never be a tally between us, but I’m also acutely aware a lot of our recent days are only about me. Well, that’s what it feels like.
A couple of Harley Davidsons roar past us, interrupting my response. The revs as they pass rattles through my bones and shake my insides.
Hendrix reaches over and turns the radio up louder to drown the sound as they park somewhere close. He also turned it up so we could listen to Ryder’s interview about his upcoming tour. A short run of dates, small and exclusive gigs, high level security at each event.
Hendrix talks, his voice loud and clear. Strong, exactly like I needed him to. He also blows his scent into our space, another message. “You’re going to have a blast. He’s driving his entire crew crazy with all these itinerary changes.”
And Ryder has made a few. The list of places though, are spots he’s visited before: a beach, a tiny sushi restaurant, a statue that caught his eye.
“Leave him alone, Hen,” I say, taking the chance to soak in the comfort he represents. “I’m looking forward to seeing everything he wants to show me.”
Hendrix chuckles in my ear. “You do know Dominic and I will surprise you with a visit, don’t you? I’m not going more than a few nights without your scent in my lungs, sweetheart.”
I drop my hands to his waist, using my legs to pull him closer. “Maybe it will help.”
He kisses me chastely on the mouth before he kisses a trail up to his favourite spot, his teeth clamping down on his claim. I melt into him, a soft moan filling the air.
“You think I wanted you purely for your body, Simona Torres? Nah, baby, I wanted you because you were giving me back everything I had lost along the way.” He bites down as a way to accentuate his words, but my mind is looping slowly in circles distracting me. These head spins are ones I like. These are brought on by my Alpha intentionally using his designation, ruining me with his dominance, reminding me every time I need to hear him say, mine, that I am his.
“I know you don’t,” I admit, reaching up to press my face to the sweet spot of his own throat before I whisper the truth. “But being intimate with each other, and as a pack, is important, Hen. Don’t brush it aside.”
He moves quickly, his hand cupping my throat, his mood dancing in his eyes, making the green flash from one spectrum to the other. “You’ve already got yourself time over my lap, Simona, by talking down about yourself. Don’t keep adding to the number of times I’ll be spanking that bottom of yours pink. Yes, I want to fuck you, of course I do. I also want to slide my cock deep down your throat and come so hard I fill your perfect mouth full. And it will happen. When it is meant to happen. Not a minute before. So, please let me enjoy all these other moments, let me cherish the different ways of loving you, because it’s the most fulfilling thing I have ever done.” His mouth moves to mine, and he ruins me, absolutely leaves me gasping for air with his hard kiss.
A wicked smile is all I see when he moves to give us both a bit of air, but stunned, I pull him closer, my fingers running through his perfectly styled dark hair. “Hen, put your fingers in my panties.”
I get a growl, louder and more earthmoving than the bikes that rode past.
“Oh shit, Hen! I forgot Tris.” Panic burns through not only my desire but also the last bit of trepidation holding me back.
Hendrix lifts me out of our Range Rover, lucky I wore my runners, because I feel like a baby deer as we make a run for the door. But a baby deer is a hundred times better than feeling like a numb sack of shit.
“I love you, Simona Torres,” he says, loud enough for the whole damn world, waiting until we’re pushing the door to Roda’s open. Of course, Tristan hears. But I also catch her kissing the absolute crap out of King Grady, President of the Fallen MC. Raney’s dad King.
I turn to glare at Hendrix. And he smirks, dipping down to kiss the shock off my mouth. “At least you don’t have to tell her. Now you just need to explain. I’ll take King and have a beer with him, and you girls can do your thing.”
“You know King?”
“Nope. But it looks like we’re going to be besties. I mean, you girls can’t be the only ones with a rocking friendship group, complete with a catchy name. He looks like the creative type. He can be in charge of marketing and merch for our budding bromance.”
I stare at him. “Would you stop!”
He cups my face, laughing before kissing me slow and deep. Pulling away, his smile hovers over mine. “Can’t stop, won’t stop. You’re it for me, sweetheart. Before we go, though, perhaps we should take a visit to the bathroom, for old times’ sake.”
He walks off backwards, heading towards the bar, the egotistical smile painted over his face matches the swagger in his step.
“Who are you?” I mouth, making him laugh even harder.
Tristan catches me by the wrist, perhaps seeing how close I am to running, and I’m powerless to stop her dragging me to our regular booth. She calls over her shoulder to Ralph, our favourite waiter.
“No shit, Simona, you have some explaining to do.”
I pin her with a stare. It’s barely a few seconds before she’s rolling her eyes in concession. “Okay, so maybe I do too. But at the same time, I haven’t exactly hidden how I feel about him.”
