I continued to kiss her roughly, my hands palming at her ass. It was perfect, just like every other part of her. Her mouth moved with mine like we’d been kissing our whole lives. Like our bodies were so in sync with each other that they knew what to do without even thinking about it. There was no awkward fumbling, no sloppy kisses. Just pure animalistic desire bubbling between us, like everything we did was for a reason. A good reason. A reason that was worth dying for.
“Battle, I’m scared,” she sighed as I moved my mouth back to her neck. “He’ll kill us. I swear to God he will.”
I chuckled and she pulled away from me, her eyes wide as she stared up at me.
“It’s not funny!”
“Never said it was funny, Q. But no one is killing me or you. Not Ripped or anyone else,” I said confidently. “You feel me?”
“You can’t promise that,” she said.
Her eyes were set hard and her mouth pulled into a stubborn fucking frown. Goddamn it, even her frown was sexy. How was that even possible? She looked feisty and beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her mouth again until her eyes teared up at taking me so deep down her throat.
A growl rumbled in my chest and I grabbed her again before pressing my mouth to hers. She opened for me like a flower and I slipped my tongue inside, stroking it over hers as I sipped at her sweet nectar. Her body became supple under my touch, and I held her up as she wilted in my arms like she was suddenly too heavy to stand.
When I was done proving my point, I pulled out of the kiss and she opened her eyes and looked up at me lazily. Her mouth was swollen and red from my kisses and I brushed a thumb along her bottom lip before nipping it gently.
“I said, do you feel me, Quinn?”
She nodded and swallowed, her chest rising and falling like she was breathless. She was fucking perfection.
“Good, because you need to know that I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever.” I said the words with such force that I shocked even myself. I barely knew Quinn, but I knew that I’d never let any harm come to her. Not now, not ever, and not because of me.
She reached up and stroked a hand down my cheek. “What are we doing, Battle?” she whispered.
“We’re living,” I said. “I can’t pretend to understand what this thing is that’s growin’ between us—the way I can’t look at you without wanting to kiss you until you come apart in my arms, or the way whenever you’re near me I feel twenty feet tall and more like a god than any kind of man, or the way I know that you were made for me as much as I know that I was born to ride Harleys. But I can’t and won’t deny it. It’s too strong to even if we wanted to.”
She didn’t say anything in a good long while, and instead was staring up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her mouth, gentler that time, like I was sealing my words with a kiss.
“Fighter won’t say anything, but that don’t matter anyway because when Ripped gets back later I’m gonna speak to him and tell him how it is.”
Her eyes filled with tears and her chin trembled. “I’m scared of what he might do.”
I kissed her again. “Nothing to be scared of. You’ll be fine. I told you, nothing’s gonna happen to you.”
She shook her head. “You don’t get it. I’m not scared for me, I’m scared for you. He’ll kill you.”
I winked at her and smiled. “Ain’t nothin’ killin’ me, woman.”
She didn’t look like she believed me, but she didn’t need to. It was the truth. I didn’t find her only to die. Even God couldn’t be that cruel. Not even to a man like me.
I kissed her again, soft and gentle like she was a flower that could come apart beneath my brutal touch, and when we were done a tear slid down her cheek.
“You go pack your stuff. You’re not spending another night in his bed, you feel me?” I said, releasing her from my grip.
She nodded. “Can I do anything?” she asked hesitantly.
“Just go pack, and then go to Gracie’s,” I replied calmly. “I’ll be along soon to get you.”
She nodded again and turned away, giving me one last brief glance before she headed through the doorway.
I turned and looked over the clubhouse grounds, at my brothers and our lives, and wondered if I was really ready to give it all up for her. It was everything I’d ever known. The club, those men, and that life.
My childhood had been shitty. Lonely. Desperate. But my brothers and I had always had each other’s backs. At least until we were grown men and we’d spread our lives across the world, each of us in search of a new beginning. I hadn’t seen any of my blood brothers since I’d joined the Highwaymen, and instead those men—those bikers—had become my family. They’d had my back and I’d had theirs. After everything they’d done for me, was I really ready to walk away from them?
But I knew without even thinking about it that Quinn was worth everything. And more.
“Battle?”
