The one thing in life that could bring me to my knees without as much as a fight. She knew it, too. They all knew it. I was a love-struck, pumped-up biker with the hormones of a teenager, the puppy dog eyes of a fourteen-year-old girl and the sexual appetite of a younger Michael Douglas. I couldn’t get enough of her… asleep or awake.
It took a few minutes for her to stir again, and when I saw her eyelashes fluttering wildly, I prepared myself for those sleepy, blue eyes. As soon as she unleashed them, she scowledand practically hissed at the bright sunlight that poured through the windows lighting up the room. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed my hands even farther under my pillow and waited.
“Stop it,” she grumbled weakly.
“Morning, beautiful,” I cooed. Fucking cooed. Damn mushy dick that I was.
“M-morning,” she stuttered, her grimace very real and alive as she opened one eye, the other remaining shut until her vision adjusted.
“Hi,” I mouthed, unable to hide my grin.
“It’s not cool, you know?” Ayda turned to face me, copying my pose as both her hands slid under her pillow and she moved her head so it wasn’t directly in the stream of light.
“What isn't?” I whispered.
“How effortlessly handsome you look every morning. You don’t play fair, Drew Tucker.”
I huffed out a laugh, rolling my eyes at her before I raised both brows and shook my head. “If only I had a dollar for every time you told me I don’t fight fair.”
“I said play. Not fight. Our fighting days are over, remember?” Her smile was the best thing I would ever see, but I also saw the uncertainty that lingered behind her eyes when she mentioned that side of my life. Ayda loved the club. She loved The Hounds of Babylon like she had been born into it. She loved where she lived, who I was, all of my history and all of my brothers, but she also feared the lifestyle. She feared me being dead tomorrow because of revenge attacks, and she feared for her younger brother, Tate. No matter how much I told her that I would always keep her safe, we both knew that my promises were only words. I would do everything I couldto keep her, Tate, and myself safe, but I could never guarantee her a peaceful life in the suburbs with a garden full of children and a white picket fence.
“I remember.” I nodded. “Although, what are your thoughts on play fighting with the woman I love?”
“I have very positive, almost encouraging thoughts about that kind of fighting,” she whispered through a grin.
“Hmm.” I slid closer, my hand slipping under the comforter, my fingertips finding her bare hipbone as I began to trace patterns on her skin. Pushing my forehead to hers, I looked down into her eyes. “Encouraging thoughts, you say?”
“Extremely encouraging.”
“Even if it involves tickling?”
“Depends where you’re going to tickle.” Ayda’s mischievous grin flashed up at me, her eyes shining with all the love I knew she had stored in her entire body, and before I knew it, I was done for all over again.
Planting a small, teasing kiss on the end of her nose, I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, “Oh, darlin’. When will you learn? I do what I want, when I want, whether you approve or not.” Dragging my teeth over her lobe, I let out the kind of growl I knew drove her crazy, enjoying the second shiver that ran through her body before I gripped her hip tightly and dug my fingers into her flesh. “I’m going in.”
I dove under the sheets in a flash, my mouth finding her waist while my fingers made her squirm with the kind of tickling she didn’t like. The second her body started to thrash around, and her laughter roared free as she threw herself onto her back, I felt that surge of energy flow through me again.
Hearing her laughter, seeing her smile, feeling her warmth… it was what I was living for now. It was what I hungered for. The only other thing I had to sate that morning was my appetite. And that had fuck all to do with food.
Chapter Two
AYDA
Ifell back against the bed, panting, my hair sticking to my bare, sweat-dampened neck, and my muscles quivering as Drew dragged his lips over the closest inches of skin he could reach from his collapsed state. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this man and his sexual appetite, or the delicious ache that resonated in every muscle I’d used in our lovemaking. A pinch of my nipple had my eyes narrowing at the head now resting just above it. Drew had the sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger as though studying it for his own amusement.
“You know they look much better wet,” I teased, forcing the muscles in my arms to work so I could run my hands over his hair. I wasn’t ready to think about getting out of bed just yet, but if I had to, the shower was a great destination to take—and possibly continue—this little two-person party we had going on.
Drew tilted his head back and looked up at me through his long lashes, that cocksure smirk of his pushing into his cheek before he lowered his lips to my nipple, dragged it between his teeth, rolled his tongue around the bud, and released it with a pop. “ Like that?” he asked, knowing full well that wasn’t what I meant.
I shook my head at him as the sensation made my feet arch in pleasure. Damn him and his insatiable need to keep me on my toes. He never did anything the way people perceived. That was just another one of the things I loved about him.
“That works, but I’m pretty damn sure you understood my meaning the first time, Mr. Tucker.”
His smirk grew as he continued to run his fingers over my breast, never breaking eye contact with me as he played. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe you should just tell me what you want, darlin’, and we can get there quicker.”
I ran my hand over his hair again, my stubby nails digging in and pulling as his tongue snaked toward my painfully erect nipple again. “Do you think you could take this, and me, into the shower? I have a shift at Rusty’s later, and if I absolutely have to get up, I think I like the idea of being attached to you when I do it. Direct enough?”
“Better,” he mumbled in between the kisses he was currently trailing across my chest and up my neck. “Although, I wish you wouldn’t mention going to work when I’m trying to seduce you. You know it makes me growl like this.” His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear before he growled low and soft. “Stay here with me. Forever.”
