I would if I could remember what the fuck the question was. Hell, I was barely registering my name at this point. Pleasure washed over me in big, breath-stealing waves that I wanted to ride until completion. I didn’t want this conversation. Didn’t want to answer his questions or entertain the doubts that would inevitably assail me the moment the sun made its early appearance. Shit, those questions had never abated, not even in the dark of night. They were actually louder then, condemning me, berating me, holding me in a prison I’d called home for the last year and a half—the first three months I’d met and fallen in love with Fabian, and the fifteen months I’d been his wife.
When he took his fingers from me, I groaned.
“Answer me!” He raised his hand on my neck, pulling me back so for just one flash of a second, it felt like he would break it, like he’d already broken me.
My eyes fluttered open, then closed, then open again as he dragged his tongue down my cheek. “I don’t know!” I didn’thave a second to consider how loud I screamed those words. All I knew was that I’d yell it to the rafters, wake everyone in this damn house and probably down the road, if he didn’t return his fingers to finish what he started. “I don’t know,” I murmured again, locking gazes with him.
Fabian had the most enigmatic eyes I’d ever seen. It wasn’t that the color was anything special, just an ordinary brown upon first glance. But there was so much in those deep pools of darkness. So many emotions that he would never openly display, so many experiences over the forty-four years of his life that had shaped the man he was today. I drowned in them each time they were upon me, was sucked into the vortex of this man as surely as if there were some type of magnetic pull between us. I’d learned so much about him through his eyes, felt so much of the trauma he would’ve preferred to keep hidden.
“I needed to get away,” I admitted, tears pricking my eyes. “Needed space to breathe.”
He shook his head, and I knew the mistake I’d made.
“Not without me,” he gritted out. “Never without me.”
As if his words gave permission even in this moment, my breaths came in heavy pants. “You mess with my head, Fabian. You make it hard to see reason, to think clearly.”
“Only when you think you’re gonna walk away from me, from this!” He cupped my pussy possessively—the action speaking much louder than the words I knew would come next.
“You belong to me, Dakota. This pussy, this pretty ass, every moan …” He sighed, then raked his teeth over the path on my cheek he’d licked. His hand moved just enough so he could grab his dick, line up and thrust into me.
We both gasped.
“Every nut,” he groaned, giving me each inch of his long, thick, beautiful dick until I felt that shit in my stomach. He pulled out slowly. “Every drop of this sweetness dripping overme right now, every … single … breath.” He thrust in again, taking the very breath he owned.
The flush of pleasure that washed over me in that moment had tears spilling as I reached back to grip his hips. I didn’t want him leaving again, wanted to keep him so deep inside of me that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. Wanted to seal this connection forever in the hope that this physicality would finally obliterate the mental gymnastics our connection had begun.
“I’ll always come for you,” he said, his tone softer, his lips against my cheek. He pulled out slowly again, easing back inside in an equally languid motion that made my knees quake. “Always, my love.”
My nails dug into his muscled thighs now as I pressed my ass back to match his rhythm. “I know.”
Shit, I had known. The moment I snuck out of my back door and hiked my ass across the back yard, to the walking path that joined the single-family homes where I lived, with the townhomes offered in the same secure development.
“Then, don’t make me do this shit again.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and I moved my head just in time to extend my tongue to meet his.
As we kissed, he moved in and out of me. He moaned into my mouth and I cried into his. He picked up the pace, his groin slapping against my ass, his dick pummeling my pussy. Our lips remained locked; our tongues continued the perfected dance.
There was no question about this, not a single one. Fabian and I were perfect together, physically and mentally. In an ideal world, that perfection would spill into a public marriage. Into us sharing a bed every night in a home we worked to build, and doing all the things that normal couples did. We could go on dates in our city, take walks holding hands in the park. He could come to my parents’ house with me for Sunday dinner. I could go on rides with him and his inked family, the Platinum Ryders,who were so much more than just a group of bikers to him and the community they’d built. We could be one, out in the open, not just in our hearts.
I cried out when my climax hit, and he stared at me, his face drawn into a grimace as he fucked me through it, then claimed his own release. We fell onto the bed, out of breath but still connected as he rolled onto his side, and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
“Next time I’m ending them,” he whispered, his mouth right up against my ear again a few minutes later when our breaths had almost returned to normal. “They got a warning this time, just like I’m giving you one. I pay them to keep an eye on you, that means they better not fuckin’ blink when they’re on duty.”
“You can’t kill people because I walked out of my house and drove to the airport for a trip I take every year.” I felt like I needed to say that because I really didn’t want anyone losing their life over a decision I made. But I knew Fabian was serious. He didn’t bluff and he didn’t lie. He didn’t have to; his name and reputation were synonymous with swift and decisive action.
“Oh, I definitely can,” he replied. “And I will. Remember that.”
I would. Still, I sighed. “I don’t need bodyguards. I got into the rental car that Emily reserved and parked on the townhouse lot. Drove myself to the airport and boarded a plane. Then I joined my cousins at the ferry, and we came here, to a bed and breakfast that I own. I’m safe and sound.” And, I had to admit, if only to myself, happier in this moment because I was in his arms. “Besides, Suri’s security is right outside. Pierce wouldn’t let her leave the country without it.”
“Smart man,” he said, cupping my breast as he nuzzled my neck. “They’re a good detail. I talked to them when I arrived.”
“So that’s how you got in here. But how did you even know where I was?”
“I planned to kick the fuckin’ door in if I had to.” He nipped my neck, then licked the spot. “But I can be civilized when I need to be.”
A not-so-subtle dig at the lifestyle he led or used to lead. To the world, or the state of Virginia and a good portion of the East Coast, where he was most known, Fabian had left the rough and presumably illegal lifestyle of the Platinum Ryders. He’d traded in his vest and patch for tailored suits, designer shoes, and a plush office at the Blackbond Automotive business office where his high six-figure salary looked good on paper.
“You didn’t answer my other question,” I said, not willing to let one of the things I’d been wondering since first hearing his voice tonight pass. “How did you know I was here?”
