“So, to sum up…” he moaned, low and deep. “Dad isn’t here. I don’t know where he is. Shit isn’t always easy in this MC life. I’ve suddenly quit giving a shit what Pete sees.” He paused, his eyes falling to my lips as he trailed a hand down my cheek, my neck, across my shoulders and back again, bringing a trail of goosebumps to life. “Andyouaren’t going anywhere, lady.”
“Where else would I want to be?” I asked, lifting my hands to cup his neck. My eyes searched his for the longest time. My smile froze impossibly on my lips as my love for this man made my chest ache. I wrapped my legs around his hips in one swift and unusually graceful movement and unleashed that overwhelming feeling on him. “Let’s make our own memory tonight.”
“I even brought blankets.” He winked, driving his hips into me.
That small thoughtfulness was all it took for me to lose any shred of control I had. Drew and I always enjoyed our fast, animalistic and impulsive lovemaking—that driving need to be closer and under one another’s skin was encouraged by our mutual hunger for one another. But under the stars and Pete’s tree that night, Drew took his time. He tasted every inch of my skin, running his fingers over the most sensitive spots on my body, driving me wild enough to orgasm before he’d even so much as glanced at the apex of my thighs. He took his time as he drove me higher and higher, and only pulledback when I ran headlong for the edge of my sanity. When he finally thrust deeply into me, he took his time there, too. I felt every stroke, every twitch, and every inch as he took and took until neither of us had anything left to give, and I screamed his name in reverence.
Chapter Thirteen
DREW
Iwasn’t even cold. With Ayda sitting between my legs in the driving seat of the van, I was warm, content… settled. The two of us were watching the dark sky fade away as the sun began to rise on the horizon. Before Ayda came into my life, the only time I’d have seen the start of a new day was because I’d drunk too much whiskey and hadn’t slept the night before. The sunrises I had seen were barely noticed or registered. There was always some other dark cloud blocking the beauty of it. Now, there I was, watching a new day come to life with a weird excitement in my chest. It meant something more now she was with me. Everything meant more. It was as though the frosted glasses I’d been staring at life through had been removed, and all of a sudden everything was crystal clear in high definition.
With my arms curled around her waist, I continued to trail soft kisses up and down the curve of her neck. Ayda was sitting perfectly still, her head tilted to one side, allowing me access to the exposed skin I was currently worshipping tenderly as she stared out of the window in awe. Every breath she released passed through a smile. I could feel it. Her happiness radiated off her in waves. I loved that about her—the way she felt freely, without any worries or cares for whatanyone else would think. I loved the way she’d opened herself up to me. For me. I just fucking loved her.
I continued to kiss her, my lips pressing down and lingering before they’d move on to the next spot they wanted to taste. We’d made love last night, as corny as that sounded. When the temperatures had dropped too low, and she began trembling for reasons that weren’t simply orgasm induced, I carried her to the van and we stayed awake through the night, talking about everything and nothing in quiet whispers and hushed voices.
“Beautiful,” I muttered, closing my eyes as I pressed another kiss to her skin and breathed her in.
“It is. It’s the only thing I used to love about getting up early.” Her voice was quiet and lazy as she leaned into my kiss.
“I was...” I kissed her again. “Talking about…” I kissed her again. “You.”
“Have I told you that I love you today, Tucker?” I could hear her smile as her fingers ran up and down my arm.
“Several times.” I smirked against her skin. “I think you got my name confused, though.Oh God, I love you.” I panted heavily. “Oh God, I fucking love you,” I mimicked, my smile growing as I became more breathless and high pitched. “Jesus Christ, I love you, I love you, I…” I gasped, going silent and holding my breath in my chest before I chuckled, pulled her closer and kissed the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
“Asshole.” I could hear her smile as she spoke and lazily shoved her angular elbow in my gut. “It’s nice to express myself knowing that I won’t come out of our room to a standing ovation from the guys. I swear it’s like I gain a dozen or so big brothers overnight.”
“Didn’t you hear Pete cheering us on? Those trees started to rustle pretty hard, Ayda. I’m sure he’ll have been giving you, and himself, a hand.” I sank my teeth into her lightly before pressing my lips there to sweeten the pain.
Ayda mumbled, the words giving way to a hum as she absorbed the bite and shuddered against the kiss. Her fingers continued their exploration on my skin as she looked out at the dawn.
“I love my life with you, Drew. With all of you. There are days when I can’t believe how much everything has changed, but that’s never a bad thought.” She rolled to her side and grinned up at me. “How you all didn’t starve to death or get staph infections from those toilets before I came along is a wonder to me, though. How did you all survive? I can’t see any of the girls taking control and pitching in.”
I huffed out a half-hearted laugh and rested my chin on her shoulder, staring out at the sunrise. “There hasn’t been a significant woman in The Hut since my mother. I guess no one else got the respect you or she got, so whether the other girls had pitched in or not, we’d have ignored the shit out of them. The whores start nagging and the men start pushing them out the door. We took our chances with the infections or death by alcohol poisoning. When you don’t know any different, dirty seems normal.” I smirked.
“Did your mom leave with your dad?”
“No.” I sighed and closed my eyes as I realized there was yet another thing I hadn’t told Ayda. “Unlike Eric, sheisdead.”
Her forehead landed on my collarbone almost brutally. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Again with the apologies, Ayda,” I whispered, openingmy eyes and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “You can’t be sorry for things you don’t know about. Sometimes I forget how long you’ve been in my life. It feels like forever… in a good way. But it’s not. It’s new. I don’t talk about this shit with anyone. Not even Harry. Mom died when I was young. Dad left. I was told to step up and keep quiet, so I did. There were no attachments for me to cling to. I let it all go because I had to.”
“Seems pretty harsh, but I’m guessing Pete—” she nodded at the tree visible from the windshield “—and the rest of the guys helped you figure it all out. They all love you, you know. Even if they can be too masculine to say it out loud.”
“They’ve stuck around after years of me being a complete fucker. I know they love me. I love them, too. They’re my family. I’d die for every one of them tomorrow.”
Ayda traced the tattoo over my chest, a small smile playing on her lips as she did. “That’s what I love about the Hounds. Family is family. It doesn’t matter if they’re blood or not, this patch makes you blood brothers, or more I guess. Kinda makes me want to get one.”
I pulled my chin back, unable to hide my smirk of amusement as I stared at her. “Getting to fuck Drew Tucker isn’t enough for you? Now you think you’re good enough to have his club’s tattoo on your skin? Jesus. Someone’s getting comfortable.”
I was joking, of course. The thought of her getting my brothers’ patch on her skin did things to me I’d never have expected it to. There were a million new thoughts running through my mind in that very second, but I was focused on her eyes, which were shining bright with what the future held for her as part of our MC family.
“I need to keep you on your toes more,” I added quietly, digging my fingers into her hips and pushing against her.
“If I were on my toes any more than I am now, I’d be a ballerina.” She smirked at me, her teeth capturing the tip of her tongue.
