We head out onto the back porch just as the sun starts to set. This view, shit, it’s what I’m gonna miss.
“What’re you thinking?” Shiloh asks me in a soft voice.
I glance at her for a second before looking out onto the property. “Just how much I’m gonna miss this once I get to Los Angeles.” I leave it at that, wonderin’ if she’s gonna say anything to me about it. If she’ll ask me when I’m leaving if she’ll ask when we’re going, anythin’.
“It’ll be a lot different. The Satan’s Raiders club is in the heart of the city, right?”
“Yeah, they are,” I reply, keepin’ my eyes focused on the mixture of purple, red, orange, and pink on the horizon.
“I think . . . I think our lives are going to be a lot different when we leave,” Shiloh stutters at first and it takes me a few moments to process what she’s said. I simply look at her and realize I didn’t imagine what she said.
She fully intends on coming to Los Angeles with me, and right about now, I don’t think I could be happier.
Chapter Seventeen
Doubts kill more dreams than failure ever will
~ Suzy Kassem
Shiloh
Hammer’s staring at me like he’s trying to figure out if I was serious or not as if he can’t believe I’d actually go with him.
He nods his head once and smiles brightly, “Yeah, our lives are gonna change quite a bit.” The way he’s looking at me right now is so beautiful. It’s like his eyes are an extension of his smile, the happiness of what I said brought him.
I take a sip of my screwdriver, allowing the tangy and tart mixture to float over my tongue. God, these are so good. They’re the reason I can down an entire six-pack and get drunk off my ass.
Hammer takes my free hand and squeezes it. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything. I wasn’t going to let you go alone. Haven’t we established we’re in this for the long haul?” Hammer’s eyes widen at my admission because I know I haven’t actually vocalized my feelings this strongly.
His smile grows even more and he takes a step closer to me, “Shiloh, you’re a one-of-a-kind type of woman.”
“Thank you?” I think he’s complimenting me, but I’ve never had anything like this said to me before.
He cackles and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me to him. It’s so sudden I drop my bottle and it crashes on the wood below us. He smirks like the devil as his lips crash down onto mine, kissing me like it’s the last time we’ll ever touch. I meet his intensity with my own and breathe him in, ready for wherever this is going.
Our kiss is wet and sloppy. His lips run over mine, saliva coating my lips. His tongue pushes into my mouth and collides with mine. I moan into his touch and from the corner of my eye, I see him placing his drink down on the railing. He brings his hand up to my throat and grabs it, which only eggs me on.
My breath gets caught in my throat and my hands grow sweaty, though this is a different type of nervousness than when I met his parents. I’m excited but nervous as to what he’s going to do. While Hammer and I have known each other for years, this physical relationship is so new between us.
We stand here with hands wrapped up in each other for minutes, kissing like two love-struck teenagers unable to stop. I don’t know what comes over me, but I tear my lips away from his and catch my breath. He licks his lips and smirks in a sinister manner, making me realize he’s thinking about the things he’ll do to my body. I gnaw on my bottom lip and he loses all control, takes me by the neck and backs me up into the railing. His eyes search mine, almost like he thinks I’m going to say no, but I won’t. I trust him more than I have with anyone else.
“Why aren’t you afraid of me, Shiloh?” His question catches me off guard. Given what he’s learned about me recently, I’m sure he’s worried he’ll scare me off.
Staring deep into his eyes, I’m as honest as I can be. “Because I don’t have anything to fear,” I wrap my arms around his neck and stand up, trying to get to his lips.
He places his forehead against mine and breathes heavily. “You’re too perfect, too fuckin’ perfect.”
“If you ask me, we’re what’s perfect,” I murmur, looking up into his eyes. I don’t know what it is about him, but his eyes get me so hot. The way I can literally see what he’s thinking, whether he’s angry or happy. With one look, I can sense his genuineness or sincerity.
“Fuck, I need you, right now. I’m not gonna make it upstairs with you,” he growls, causing my center to flame up like it’s been set on fire.
He brings his lips back down onto mine and we paw at each other like two crazy people. He slides his arms under my thighs and picks me up, putting me on the railing. Hammer’s quick to shimmy my skirt up and rips my panties, so he has access.
Meanwhile, I’m pawing at his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning him. He swats my hands away and unzips his pants, pulling his cock free, but before he dives deep into my pussy, he brings his hand between my legs. In one swift movement, he shoves three fingers inside and I moan loudly. “Fuck, one of these days, I’m gonna slurp up all your juices,” he breathlessly tells me, breaking our kiss. God, I’d kill to know what it would feel like to have his tongue on my clit. He’s an amazing kisser, but I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the way he’d kiss
