“Yes,” he insisted. “I need to know.”
Her brain told her that this was a bad idea, and she could very well get hurt. But other parts of her … “It’s not just sex,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what it is. But I don’t want to fight it anymore.” She paused, biting her lip. “A-and, there’s been no one else since you.”
His breath hitched. “It wouldn’t have mattered to me. I would hate it, but I’d have no one to blame but myself.” He kissed her lips. “Thank you for telling me.”
“I—Oh!”
He rolled them over again so she was on top, straddling him. His large hands steadied her hips and then slid up to cup her breasts. “You always looked so good in white, princess.”
She moaned when his fingers teased her stiff nipples under the fabric of her nightdress. “Why … why do you call me that? Do you still think I’m a spoiled snob?”
“Is that what you think? Why I called you that in the first place?”
She arched into his hands as he cupped her breasts. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, but … two years ago … and even now … you’ve always been far above me, out of my reach.” Grabbing the bottom of her nightdress, he whipped it over her head, baring her heated skin. “I was never good enough for you. I’m still not.”
“Stop.” She bent down to cover his mouth. “Don’t say that.” Closing her eyes, she kissed him deeply.
He moaned as she reached between their bodies and pushed at his boxers to take his cock out. She squeezed his hardness and spread her thighs to give him better access to her entrance. Slowly, she sank down on him until he was fully inside her.
Bracing herself on his chest, she rocked back and forth, the pleasurable sensations rocking her very core. When she picked up her pace, he was switching between groaning, cursing, and encouraging her. Her body tensed as an orgasm ripped through her, but she was barely done when he rolled them over again, wrapped her legs around his waist and began to thrust into her.
There was something about this that was different from all the other times, but Isabelle couldn’t put her finger on it. Sure, there was the urgency, that desperate need, but also, there was an aching tenderness from the way he cradled her body reverently and his lips covered every inch of skin it could find. Maybe, just maybe, this was what it was like when it was more than just sex.
“Isabelle,” he groaned against her neck, then nipped at her ear. His hands cupped her bottom, pulling her up to meet his every thrust. When she finally reached that peak again and her body shook with pleasure, his movements turned erratic and he thrust in one last time, shuddering as he grunted in pleasure. His cock twitched inside her, flooding her with his come.
He pulled out and away from her, laying down on his back as he took deep breaths. After that, she needed to take a breather, too. Moments later, the bed shifted, and his arms came around her. Her eyes fluttered closed again, contentment spreading over her as her body came in contact with his but flew open when his hand slipped between her legs and parted her thighs.
“Ransom?”
“You said Evan won’t be up for a while?”
She nodded, unable to speak or even think because of the sensations spreading out through her body as his thumb found her clit.
“Good.” His breath was hot and warm against the back of her neck. “That might be enough time for what I have planned.”
Oh Lord. And for the rest of the night, there wasn’t much more talking or thinking.
Chapter Seventeen
“Aren’t you the happy camper this morning?” Silke remarked as Ransom entered the lodge’s lobby.
As he held the door open, Isabelle followed and strode in with Evan in her arms. Their gazes met briefly, and she smiled as she walked past him.
His sister didn’t miss the interaction. “And Isabelle … don’t you look all aglow.”
“Sorry we’re late,” she said to Silke, who already had her arms out for Evan. “We got, uh, held up.”
Silke eagerly took Evan and then flashed Ransom a wry smile. “I’m sure you did.”
No matter how he tried to stop the grin, he just couldn’t manage it. He and Isabelle had been up until dawn, and didn’t finish until they were both exhausted. They woke up pretty late, only because Evan had begun wailing again. Together, they fed and cleaned him, and then made their way to the lodge for lunch.
“I’m starving,” Isabelle declared. “Can we go eat now?”
“Of course,” Silke said. “Are you coming, too, Ransom?”
“I need to go back to town to check on a couple of things, I’ll grab something to eat along the way,” he said. “I’ll swing by later.”
“All right,” Isabelle said. “I’ll—”
He cut her off with a swift kiss on the mouth. “I won’t be long.” Sliding a hand down her back, he squeezed her ass, making her yelp.
“Ransom!” Her cheeks went red, and Silke snorted behind her.
“I’ll see you later, princess.” He probably enjoyed seeing her embarrassed a little too much, but he couldn’t help it. Isabelle was his, and he wanted the whole world to know.
After grabbing a quick bite at a nearby gas station, he headed to Bucky’s Garage. Though he didn’t really need the job there, he liked working with his hands and hanging around with the owner, Bucky Jameson. He’d been a friend of the MC since the days of its inception and had repaired or upgraded many of the members’ bikes over the years. Though there wasn’t much work to be done today, he did some of the more back-breaking chores since the old man was pushing seventy years of age.
If Bucky noticed anything different about Ransom, he didn’t say anything, though he did raise an eyebrow when he started whistling as he finished up an oil change
