And in a way it was.
It was our first real kiss.
A kiss of freedom. Of no secrets. No lies, and finally belonging to one another completely. Truly.
Honestly.
And gratefully.
~ 27 ~.
Quinn
“Gonna fuck you now, and this time I’m gonna do it right.”
“There was nothing wrong with the first time,” I said, stroking a hand down his rough cheek.
We were lying on his bed, our naked bodies laid bare to each other. The curtains were open and the sunlight warmed our skin. There was no hiding anymore, or ever again.
“Yeah there was. We were hiding away like this thing between us was wrong. But it ain’t wrong, Q. It ain’t ever been wrong.” He leaned down and kissed me, his hands moving over the soft curves of my body, and I let out a needy whimper as he nudged at my entrance but didn’t push inside.
As usual, my body immediately responded to Battle. He didn’t even need to touch me to make my body spark with life. His breath on my neck made my synapses fizz and my core clench with desire.
“Battle,” I sighed as he moved his mouth to mine, swallowing his name on my lips.
“I got you,” he said on a throaty growl.
I’d never felt anything like it before. What I felt for Battle went way past him being The One. Our souls were connected by an invisible silken thread. I’d known it since the first time I’d seen him. My heart had reached out for him, recognizing him as its other half. It was inexplicable and sometimes overwhelming, but it was right.
We were right.
Like two stones carved from the same boulder. He was a part of me.
Battle leaned down on one arm and kissed my mouth again before leaning up to look at me, his gaze capturing me in that way that held me as its willing hostage.
“Need you to know something, Q.”
My tongue darted out to lick along my lips. “What is it?”
“We might have gotten together through blood and tears, but that don’t mean this weren’t meant to be all along or that any of this is wrong.”
I nodded and he ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Fuckin’ love you, Q. Didn’t really know what love was till I met you. Didn’t really care much about it either, if I’m being honest.” He frowned, his gaze moving over my face like he was memorizing every line and curve of my features. “Can’t understand how I’ve lived without you all these years, though. Don’t make much sense, I know, but I know I don’t ever wanna be without you. You feel me?”
I nodded again, my mouth splitting into a smile. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his and we got lost in a kiss, our bodies and tongues tangled with each other as the seconds turned to minutes and I got lost in a daze. When he pulled away, I felt dizzy and breathless.
“Want you to be my old lady, Q. Can’t imagine a time where you won’t be on the back of my bike or in my bed, and I don’t wanna, either.” Vulnerability flashed across his face. This big, gruff beast of a man with arms bigger than my waist and scars both inside and out was open and laid bare to me. His soul naked to mine.
“Battle?”
“Yeah?” he said, brushing my hair off my shoulder.
“I thought I already was your old lady.”
He smiled down at me. “Aaah fuck, Q, think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Battle?”
