“I wish you hadn’t done that.”
“What’s that?” He slides out and back in slowly, rolling his hips in the most delicious way.
“Told me you love me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m never going to be able to keep you.” I slide my palm down his neck to rest over his heart. “It hurts. The thought of you not belonging to me and not wanting me. It’s killing me. I won’t survive if you leave me.”
Threading his fingers through mine, he brings my palm to his lips, kissing the soft contours. “I ache for the day I get to truly make you mine, Lex, but right now I’m no good to no one. Not you. Not my club. I’ve failed everyone. But I needed you to know the way I feel about you. No more words. I’m gonna show you.”
His tortured soul mates with mine. Fevered kisses. Broken promises painted and fractured on my skin with the imprints of his teeth. Body moving with mine like the whisperings of poetry in a darkened alley between forbidden lovers. We are one. The rest of the world forgotten. Nothing else matters but this. Tonight. Us. Our love.
My biker making love to me like only he can.
Skin ablaze he takes me in every position I’ve ever imagined while discovering new ones I want to experience over and over again with him. Only ever him. Every I love you that leaves his mouth is a blade stabbing into my heart. My sins bleed out through my sweat begging to be unleashed onto the world. Soul aching, I cry out his name. The bitter truth daring to drip off the tip of my tongue slow like honey.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, hammering me into the mattress. The headboard knocks against the wall. James grabs my pillow and places it between the two to stop the noise. With slow, deep, punishing strokes he regains his torturous rhythm, dragging me to the edge of my orgasm and snatching it away again. Over and over again.
He will be the death of me because this man will haunt me forever.
His heavy breaths. The airy scent of his cologne and leather. Liquor and smoke flavored kisses. The erratic tempo of his heartbeat when he makes love to me. But most of all the way he looks at me with those dark, feral, hungry eyes.
Flipping me to my stomach, he positions me, face down, ass up. Slap. A hand connects with my left ass cheek, curving to the stinging globe with raw possession. “Come for your man, Lex.” Gripping my hips, he thrusts deep and hard hitting me in the right spot continuously until I shatter beneath him. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Let go.” I give it all to him, my love, pleasure, and pain.
Flexing his hips, surging forward, driving into me relentlessly he soon follows, painting the ink of his passion across my backside.
“Know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any prettier but look at you.” He massages my breasts hugging me from behind. “Fuckin’ thicker. Hips getting wider. Gotta say, I’m loving you pregnant, baby.” Giving me one last kiss between my shoulder blades, he gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom for a towel. “Made a mess of you.” He grins as I stare up at him sideways, supported on one elbow. “Looking picture perfect.” He quickly wipes me then drops back on the bed, tucking me into his side, palm splayed along my ribs.
I wish he could hold me like this forever.
Sliding his hand over my baby bump, he lets out a heavy breath. “You think of a name for the baby yet?”
“I don’t know. Maybe JJ for a boy. For a girl maybe Elodie. I haven’t really given it a lot of thought.”
“Rochelle always wanted a little sister,” he shares, and I freeze. Her name is a slap back into our harsh reality. We escaped it a short while, but we can’t pretend that Rochelle’s not dead and that life is simple. “I wish she’d get the chance to know her brother or sister. To know how happy you make me.”
“She knew,” the words tumble out before I know what I’m saying.
“Knew what?”
I lick my lips, tears already staining my cheeks. “About us. That’s what I wanted to tell you. She kept harping on me to go out with this guy. Tanner. I blew it off as long as possible, and she begged me to go to the party with them. We stopped here since I needed to change, and she offered me a drink of her wine. I declined and said I wasn’t in the mood to drink. Ro started in on me. Making accusations that I wasn’t her friend because I was keeping secrets. She found my prenatal vitamins and I tried to lie. Told her I was taking them for my hair and nails. But you know her. She’s smart and stubborn. A lot like you. We argued about my being pregnant and the identity of the father. Rochelle thought I was sleeping with Colter behind her back. We both denied it, but I couldn’t tell her it was you. I didn’t want to hurt her. She got angry and grabbed Colter’s car keys.”
I stop momentarily to catch my breath. James has gone so quiet and still. His silence scares me, but I know I have to persevere. He needs the truth. All of it. No matter how much it hurts I owe it to him. I owe it to my best friend. “Colter ran after her, and so did I. She got in the driver’s seat. Colter in the passenger. I slid into the back as she was peeling out the driveway. We begged her to pull the car over, but she was so upset and not thinking straight. I don’t know where she got the wine. When Rochelle drinks she gets a mean streak. I swore to her I’d tell her the truth if she’d stop
