“No bother, Pres,” she says, sauntering back off to the bar. I’m sure she’s got a death wish. Hell will seriously lose her shit if she continues this little escapade.
I’ve stayed clear of Hell today. I needed the rest of the day to consider how to handle the whole situation. She seems fragile at the moment, and I really don’t want to upset her any further.
I slowly open the bedroom door, and I’m met by the sound of her gentle snores. I step further into the room and quietly close the door behind me. Her small frame is illuminated by the soft glow of the moon shining through the window, and the urge to hold her is strong.
I toe off my boots then quietly strip down to my boxers. As I get into bed beside her, she rolls away from me, sighing heavily. It doesn’t deter me. I grab the throw from the end and pull it over us both, wrapping my arm around her waist and nuzzlinginto the crook of her neck. I close my eyes and inhale the faint smell of her perfume. How can she not see I’d do anything for her?She’s my world.
She pulls away from my touch, moving closer to the edge of the bed.
“Hell,” I whisper, waiting a beat before gently twiddling her hair between my fingers. “Hell, please.”
“I just want to sleep,” she murmurs, but there’s an edge to her tone. It’s not the response I want, but at least she answered without telling me to fuck off.
“You know you’re the only woman for me, right?”
She scoffs abruptly. “Am I?”
“Of course,” I say with a sigh. “Come on, you know me better than anyone in this club . . . it’s always been me and you, and I hate it when we argue.”
She stays silent for a minute, and then a small sob escapes, and her shoulders begin to shake. I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her. I feel her relax into my touch.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. “I just . . . I just saw you with her, protecting her . . . and I thought maybe . . .” Another sob leaves her. “Maybe you want her instead. She’d probably be able to give you a child.” My heart cracks at her words. I hate she’s putting herself through all this.
“Listen, I don’t want anyone but you, even if that means we never have children.” I gently move the hair from her face and brush my nose against her cheek. “I was just doing my duty as President of this club. I’d have grabbed anyone that was in the firing line to save them. But, Hell, you’re my ol’ lady, my everything. Nothing changes that.”
“I know all that,” she replies, wiping her eyes and turning slightly to look at me. “But there’s something about her I just don’t like. And I’ve seen the way she watches you, like you’re her next meal.”
I laugh, shaking my head. All the club girls ever want is bragging rights to say they’ve fucked the president, and Siren is no different.
“Come on, Hell. Siren, really? She’s interested in anything with three legs and a pulse.”
“Promise me, Drifter. I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise I won’t go anywhere near Siren.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Why would I need to when I have the most perfect woman lying in my arms already?”
I roll her onto her back and look her in the eyes. They’re puffy from her tears, and I hate she’s probably been up here crying for hours. I kiss her button nose, and she scrunches her face. “Are you listening to me, Hell?” She nods. “I mean it, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
She gives me a weak smile, and behind those deep brown eyes, I see the conflict brewing, like there’s already a war in her head she’s trying to ignore.
She reaches up and kisses me gently on the lips. I take the opportunity to distract her, deepening the kiss before she can pull back. If words can’t get through to her, I know exactly what will.
I slowly run my hand down her body, smiling against her lips when she breaks out in goosebumps.
She pulls back slightly, grinning. “Drifter, I think I’ve finished ovulating.”
“Shh,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips. “Let’s just enjoy this moment. No more talk of Siren.” I run my hand over her stomach and down between her legs. I move her thong to one side. “No more talk of fertility.” She closes her eyes, a small sigh escaping her as I run a finger through her folds. I place feather-light kisses along her collarbone. “And no more jealous outbursts.” I move my kisses down her stomach. “Just me and you in this moment.”
I settle between her legs, gently blowing over her clit. She shivers as I run my tongue along her sweet-smelling pussy, pushing my finger in until she squirms against me.
My tongue circles her clit as I slide my finger down to her backside, taking the wetness there.
Her breathing becomes more laboured when I pull away. “Unless . . .” I begin with a knowing smile.
She groans, arching her back off the bed. “You better fucking finish what you started,” she growls.
I chuckle. “Well . . .”
“Drifter,” she snaps impatiently.
