Not drug dealers.
Not even an MC president.
As much as it would kill him to walk away from the club, he’d do it for her.
Copper might not like that, but he had to understand. He’d made impossible choices to protect Shell. Choices that changed their entire lives.
With their lips sealed together, the tone of their fucking changed to a more sensual, emotional coupling. Slower. Deeper. The frantic edge smoothed into something that felt dangerously like making love.
Feeling connected to her on every level, knowing she wanted more, changed fucking everything.
Repeatedly sliding into her tight heat had his balls drawing up within minutes. His lower stomach clenched with each jerk of his hips. Before long, his movements grew uncoordinated, and his muscles spasmed.
Saint ripped his mouth from Beth’s. “Eyes on me.”
She nodded, mouth open and panting. “Fuck,” she whispered. Her back arched off the wall, and she shouted his name as she came. Her eyes darkened and glazed over, giving him a view straight to her heart and soul.
At the first rhythmic clench of her channel, he lost the last threat of sanity and came, flooding deep inside her. Their gazes held as he gently fucked her through the orgasm. When her legs went slack, he stopped moving.
Beth tilted her head and gifted him a beaming smile. “We signed a lease,” she said, joy radiating from her.
Saint burst out laughing. “That why you attacked me the second I walked in the door? Lease signing gets you all hot and bothered?”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “No,” she said, slapping his shoulder, then she pursed her lips. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Congrats, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. “That’s fantastic news.”
“It is!” She did a happy little wiggle, which had intense sensation shooting through his oversensitive cock, making him gasp. “Oh, sorry!” Her laugh negated the apology.
“Sure you are.” Gently as could be, he slipped free of her warmth and lowered her legs to the floor.
Beth frowned. “I liked it better up there in your arms.”
God, she was too damn sweet.“Me too.”
“I should get cleaned up.” She pointed toward the bathroom. “And find some underwear you haven’t shredded.”
He chuckled at that. “If you left any here, I can’t make any promise that I didn’t tear them up.”
“Perv,” she said, laughing as she strode past him toward the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, wearing sweatpants she’d left at his place, Beth sat next to him on the couch. He immediately lifted her legs into his lap, turning her to face him, then took her hand and interlaced their fingers. Hers was so much smaller, yet fit like they’d been cut to interlock perfectly.
Beth stared at their joined hands with intense concentration.
“Hey,” he said in a low voice.
She glanced up, and the shimmer in her eyes hit worse than the most brutal gut punch.
“No, baby, don’t…” Fuck, the thought of her crying over him, over them, crushed him.
She blinked and forced a weak laugh. “I’m just being stupid.”
“You aren’t. You couldn’t be stupid if you tried.”
“Ha. You forget how you found me a month ago.”
“Beth, that wasn’t stupidity. That was fucking survival.”
