“Yes, you have.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, sounding confused.
I grin. “You have me, and I’ll treat you right.”
She snuggles into me. “Yes, I am very lucky I found you.”
As I said,she’s fucking perfect.
TEN
I’M WILLING TO RISK IT ALL
Rose
I wakeup to rain softly tapping against the window. Rage’s deep, steady breathing fills the room. We had dinner with the MC family last night. I was uncomfortable eating in front of others, but I started to feel more at ease as I listened to them all chat about everything going on. I couldn’t stop laughing at Rage turning pink when Axle dropped “I’d date me” and pretended to flick his hair up. It’s one of those things I’ll randomly remember later and just chuckle about to myself.
“I love the rain. Dark stormy weather is my favorite,” a sleepy Rage says beside me.
I glance at him. All messy hair, blue eyes, and smirk. “I’m surprised,” I reply. “I thought you’d like the warmer weather.”
“I like it, but there’s just something about the smell and the sound of rain that’s comforting. Those days when it storms and then the sun comes out and a rainbow flashes in the sky—I used to love that as a kid.” He peers off then shrugs. “I guess I still kind of do.”
My heart clenches for him. “That was sooo adorable!” I tease, but secretly I like that he thought of a happy childhood memory. He groans, and it makes me giggle. “I’m only teasing you, but I like that you tell me things. It’s like I’m peeling back another layer of Rage.”
“Another layer, huh? There’s a layer of clothes that’s feeling quite heavy right now.” He grins, quite pleased at his little comment.
“You only have your boxer shorts on,” I deadpan.
He keeps grinning. “As I said, it’s justtooheavy, and I feel I’m not as close as I want to be to you.” Cheeky bastard that he is.
I snort. “Yeah, I bet. As if it’s not hard enough for me just looking at your body... I think I’m showing some seriously good restraint right now. I’d love to jump your bones, but I don’t want to rush and screw anything up, so I’m trying to be good.” I pat his chest. “Be good too, Rage.”
He groans, and I see the tent appearing in his shorts. “I’m not saying I’m disagreeing with you, but I have no control over what goes on down below. I told you—I want you, and I do agree. It just fucking sucks.”
“I love your honesty.” I feel the same way, but I’m trying to do the right thing here. One of us has to have self-control, because I can see he’d crumble in an instant. If I said I wanted sex now, or if I just touched his dick, I don’t think he’d be able to say no to me, so unfortunately, I have to be the strong one. But I love that he’s so obsessed with me.
He’s giving me the confidence to embrace my curves, because once his eyes are on me in that lingerie—or naked—and all I see is him hot and ready for me, those toxic thoughts will leave and I’ll feel like the most beautiful person in the world. It’s sad that it’s taken a man for me to self-reflect and see that, but that’s what I like about us.
His temper worries me, but if he can manage that, we could really be something special. We’re already healing one another. It’s unbelievable how fast we’ve connected and developed feelings for each other, but I’m willing to risk it all for a life with him because being with him would make me the happiest person.
I’m so grateful, even though I’ve gone through some terrible things, that at the end of the darkness, Rage, a motorcycle club member, has been my light through it. Sometimes it’s the unexpected people who come into your life that make the biggest difference.
I sit up and smack him on his delicious eight-pack. “Time to get up. I need a distraction from your tent.”
His head pops up. “Imagine how I feel? I can’t go downstairs with a hard-on.”
“It doesn’t look like it’s going down with me here in your bed,” I say. “I’m sure it will go down being around your friends.” I watch his dick deflate, and I laugh out loud. “I was right.”
“You’re always right,” he grumbles.
That does make me feel good, I must admit. My smile is wide as I get up and go to his wardrobe. “Is there any particular shirt you don’t want anymore? My boobs will stretch it and I’ll claim it as mine.” I bought clothes, but his clothes are comfy and it’s a rainy day. Perfect weather for it.
He gives me a roguish grin. “You can wear whatever you want. I can always order more. I love you in my clothes.”
“Too bad if you didn’t.” I wasn’t really giving him much of a choice in the matter; I was being polite.
He chuckles. “Take whatever you want.”
