She moaned and hooked her leg around his thigh, rocking her pelvis into his. He kissed her until his lips felt bruised and his head dizzy from the heat and lack of oxygen.
As soon as their lips separated, she spoke again, “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Every word was a goddamn dagger to his chest.
He kissed her again. First, her lips, then each cheek, her eyelids, and back to her addicting mouth. “Stop,” he whispered against her lips. “Do not fucking apologize to me, Beth. For fuck’s sake, I should be apologizing to you for fucking up your family.”
She dropped her head to his chest as she shook it back and forth, mumbling something he couldn’t make out.
“What’s that, baby?” he asked as he dug his thumbs into the tense muscles in her neck.
“I don’t think I’m worth it.”
He stilled as fury crawled across his skin. Not at her,ever, but at every fucking person and circumstance that made her believe something so goddamn wrong. “What?”
“You’ve lost so much tonight. As angry as Copper is, tomorrow I’ll still have my family. But you’re losing everything, Saint.Everything. I can’t possibly be worth that. If you walk away now, you can still have the club. I’m just one person. I’m not worth losing all of your brothers.”
He cupped the back of her head as he stared down at her. “I want you to listen to every fucking word out of my mouth, Beth. Listen and hear it. The entire world could crumble to dust, and as long as you’re still here, I’ll be a happy man. You are worth every goddamn thing. There is nothing I would not do, nothing I would not leave behind for you.”
She blinked. “Forus.”
Hell yes. That’s what he wanted. Having a passel of siblings meant he’d never be alone in life, but having a front row seat to Makenna falling in love made him realize he’d been missing something even more important. A person who was his. Just his.
“That’s fucking right. I love you, Beth. Nothing that happened tonight or will happen tomorrow changes that. You are who I want.”
Her eyes widened, and for the first time tonight, she smiled. It lit her green eyes until they glowed. “I love you too.”
“Fuck.” He cupped her face and kissed her again, hard, but briefly.
“What do we do now?” She ran her hands over his back down to his ass. “What do we do, Saint?”
“We show ’em. We show them it’s real. We’re not leaving, we’re not hiding. We show them this is as real as any of their relationships. I’ve found my ol’ lady, and you’ve found your ol’ man. Simple as that.”
A mild lie, of course, but they both knew getting the club on board wouldn’t be simple and were willing to pretend for a while.
He slid his hands down to her ass, kneading the globes as she pressed into him. The water warmed her slick skin. He could do nothing more than touch her like this for the rest of the night and be in heaven.
“Okay, we show them. I guess that’s our only move right now. I’m not ready to talk to my dad yet. Maybe in a few days, after we’ve had time for our emotions to simmer.”
“Hmm, a few days with you all to myself?” He nuzzled her neck, licking the drops of water that cascaded across her skin. “I can try to suffer through that, I suppose.”
She chuckled and playfully shoved his hip. It wasn’t her usual happy laugh, but tonight he’d take what he could get. Any emotion other than sadness counted as a win right now.
Beth ran her hands up his chest, stopping to flick his nipples, sending a zing straight to his cock. “I don’t want to talk or think about this for the rest of the night. I just want to think about you and me and how good your cock feels inside me.”
He still had questions, mainly why the fuck Melody chose tonight to ruin their lives. Waiting until the morning to find out wouldn’t change anything. “Sounds like a perfect-fucking-plan to me. But first…” He grabbed the expensive shampoo she kept in his shower and squeezed a dollop of the citrus-scented gel into his hand. “Turn around.”
Beth complied, and he set about washing her hair, taking much longer than was necessary to massage her head. She rested against him, groaning with pleasure as he kneaded her scalp.
They could have stayed in that shower all night, and he wouldn’t have known. Time didn’t matter, nor did the outside world. They spent long minutes soaping each other, touchinguntil they were both trembling on the brink of climax, then backing off only to start again.
“No more.” Beth gasped as he had her back plastered to his front, two fingers buried in her pussy, and a hand on her tit. “I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t get your dick in me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to hurt you.”
He chuckled against her neck where he’d sucked a purple brand of ownership. Cat was out of the bag now. Any motherfucker interested in her could see that a man already had a claim to her.
“On the bed,” he whispered.
Beth groaned. “It’s too far away. “
