We rock into one another as I clasp one of her hands and hold our palms together. This time it’s slow and sweet. When I feel her tighten around me and come, I hold out a little longer, using deep strokes to drag out her orgasm.
When we finish, I pull out and carry her into the bathroom. The hot water refreshes us, and my stomach rumbles with hunger once we’re dressed.
Letty snickers. “Burn a lot of calories?”
“A ton,” I laugh. “Let’s get some food. I’m fucking starving.”
“So you can’t survive on my magical pussy alone?”
Ha. “No, babe.”
The kitchen is empty when we go downstairs. Cynthia doesn’t appear to be home. Maybe she drove to the church to ask for absolution since she saw my cock and her naked daughter. The woman needed to chill the fuck out.
You’d think she’d relax after all she’d been through. The roughest years were behind her.
“What are you thinking about?” Letty asks as she opens her fridge, pulling out ingredients for sandwiches and a big bowl of homemade potato salad.
“That I hope Cynthia can find peace with our relationship because if she doesn’t, she’s going to lose her daughter.”
Letty gives me a sad smile. “I think that ship sailed a long time ago.”
I reach for her hand and bring it to my lips. “Don’t give up on her yet.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll want her in your life once you start having kids.”
Letty sighs. “Maybe.” Her hand cradles my jaw. “You might be an outlaw, but you’re also a good man. Thank you.”
I’ve probably got her fooled, but I don’t contradict her.
I kinda like that she sees me for who I am and loves every part.
Chapter 13 Letty
“We’re still going on our date, right? Before we leave?”
Gage nods. “Yeah. I already put your stuff in my saddlebags. We can go whenever you’re ready.”
Perfect. I won’t have to come back to the house for anything once we leave the beach. I’m not worried about saying goodbye to my mom. She’s got her issues to work through, and I can’t keep letting her try to control my life.
“So, I get a date on the beach and a ride on my favorite biker?”
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
“That’s a dangerous promise.”
“It comes with a dangerous man.”
“Good point,” I laugh. “Come on!”
The sun is already high by the time we leave the house, walk across the deck, and take the stairs that lead down to the beach. The hot sand makes it a little difficult to avoid tripping, but Gage doesn’t seem to have any issues with his boots.
He scoops under my knees and lifts me. “You’re sinking with every step. We’ll never get to the water.”
“Very funny.”
I loop my arms around his neck as he carries me, enjoying the summer salt breeze that blows my hair in the wind and prevents sweat from clinging to my skin. It’s one of those days that I’ll remember long afterward because of how happy and content I feel.
