I can’t look at him anymore, and my eyes drop to stare at his nipple ring. I’m surprised I like it. Men wearing jewelry outside of the staple of wedding ring and watch usually turns me off, but everything seems to be different with him.
“To stop myself from falling in love with you.”
“I don’t want you to be scared of that, Misty.”
“It’s not the falling I’m scared of. It’s having to watch you walk away after I’ve fallen. That’s what scares me. Of having to tell Bernie you chose someone else. That I don’t know if you’ll ever even think of me after that.”
He pulls me flush against him and wraps his arms around me. “I wish I could make you see it’s not like that. I won’t be.”
Holding him back, I know I have to put it all out there. To really make him understand. “I already pay for her mistakes because she’s such a part of you that you can’t separate it sometimes.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That’s why you need me to say it, isn’t it? That I want you every time we get together. It’s because Chanel makes you feel like you’re not worthy.”
He pauses and lets out a sigh. “I guess I didn’t realize I didthat.”
“She’s a bigger part of you and your life than you want to acknowledge, and that’s what makes me terrified, Zep. It’s why I need us to have a little bit of space. Before I fall in love with you, I need you to really think about whether you’re over her. That you can be over her.”
Swallowing, he nods and kisses the top of my head. “I understand, Misty.”
This discussion has gotten far too heavy, and I need to lighten the mood. I don’t want our last night together to have this cloud hanging over us.
“I can’t blame her, you know.”
“What?”
“For always coming back,” I say and pull away from him. “I don’t understand how she stays away, though.”
He chuckles. “Is that right?”
“I’m actually really surprised there isn’t a line outside of all the women you’ve taken to bed begging for another turn. Might have to actually get into a fight for the first time in my life.”
“You like what I do, huh?”
Reaching underneath the sheets, I stroke him a few times until he’s hard and throbbing in my palm. “I think it’s a mutual appreciation.”
“Baby, I fucking love everything you do,” he whispers and uncovers us.
Bending down, I suck the tip as I continue moving my hand, and his breathing hitches. He looks at me like I’m remarkable whenever I go down on him, and I think there’s a lot more damage to this tough biker than meets the eye.
I’m forced to release him when he lifts me, but it’s not to pin me back and enter me like I expect. He sets me down with my legs parted over his face, his mouth hot and weton my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter as he eats my pussy.
His tongue moves from my clit to enter me and back again, and I arch my back as I continue to glide my hand along his length. Taking him into my mouth again, I meet his rhythm.
He wants to play, and I’m more than happy to participate. I want to make tonight as memorable as possible. Something to think back on and remember as the best time of my life.
Chapter Nineteen
Zeppelin
Bernie came home today, and I haven’t seen Misty in hours. I had to head to the Seven Crows to stop myself from running over to her house with some excuse to spend time with her.
In the past week, we hadn’t gone more than thirty minutes apart, and I feel like I’m missing a limb or something.
Something I never felt with Chanel. She’d break my heart, but I didn’t feel like something was missing when she was gone. Yes, she was my first love, but I think Misty hit the nail on the head when she said Chanel is where I feel comfortable. Felt.
