Almonds and apples and cream.
I let my fingertips trace over the Crimson Crows logo that was stamped in the middle of her shirt.
Property of the Prezemblazoned in a circle around it.
Her perfect ass pressed against my hard, aching dick, and she shrugged that bare shoulder like she didn’t know exactly the kind of effect she had on me.
My whole being reacting in a beat.
She peeked back with those entrancing eyes.
Everything else faded and blurred into the nothingness.
“You like it? Elena helped me make it with her new vinyl press.” Her voice was nothing but whispered seduction.
I’d have to thank my sister later.
Right then, the onlythankingI had in mind was the kind where I spent hours worshipping my wife’s delectable body.
“Yeah, baby, I fucking like it. Whole world needs to know you’re mine.”
“Don’t worry,King, I don’t think there’s any mistaking it.” It was temptation and a prod, and my left hand skimmed down her arm, drawing chills, until I was sliding my hand over the top of hers and threading our fingers together.
Bringing attention to the tattoos that we’d gotten at River of Ink in Moonlit Ridge the night of our wedding.
Our oath forever marked on our ring fingers.
Mine a solid black band.
Brinley’s dainty and hidden beneath the shiny rock I’d put there too.
I pulled our entwined hands across her so I was tucking her closer. Mouth at her ear. “You’re everything, baby.”
She wiggled against my cock.
A low groan got free. “You trying to play with fire?”
“Always,” she whispered on a breath. “I am married to you.”
Need smacked me across the face. “Time to go, baby.”
I nudged her off my lap and to standing, though I didn’t let her hand go as I pushed to my feet, still wound around her from behind as I shot Trevan a look and ticked my head toward Elena.
A silent command for him to watch over my sister.
His nod was succinct. Didn’t really need to tell him, anyway. He knew the drill.
He was second in command to her safety when I couldn’t be there, which he’d been having to do a whole lot more lately since Brinley had come into my life.
Since I’d been spending less and less time at the clubhouse and instead tangled up with Brinley in our bed.
Time devoted to Kai, this kid who’d become ours. Hell, I hadn’t left the house tonight until after I tucked him in, and even then, I would have had to have been pried away if I hadn’t known Brinley would be joining me at the fire.
Turned out, thirty minutes was enough of that when there would never be gettingenoughof my wife.
I stayed behind her as I edged through my men who’d gathered, most muttering, “Goodnight, Prez,” as I passed.
But my attention was locked on her.
