When I am positioned just where I want us: her curled into my side with her leg slung over mine, her hand resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my collarbone, my body fills with contentment, and hope.
However cheesy as that sounds.
Something in her shifts, her body goes rigid, and she tilts her head up to look at me. Uncertainty swirls in her eyes, her post orgasm look gone.
“What’s wrong?” I gently grip her chin, my thumb brushing back and forth across her cheek.
Her eyes close for a second, her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
“Hey, talk to me. I can’t fix things if I do not know what I am fixing.”
Her finger traces the tattoo again. I had it done not long after I arrived in Fort Lauderdale. It is a quote that says, ‘Remember why you started,’and it is a reminder to me to go get what I want. To finish what I start.
Being with the club, and getting to work on cars, and help with custom pieces, makes the finishing line seem closer, but lying here with Stevie, I can see that it is closer than I think.
“Val told me that she dug her nails into this, while she rode you.” Her voice is low, and cracks at the end.
“Fuck.” My anger simmers again and I fucking wish I had not stepped back into Valarie’s life.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, looking away.
“Hey, listen to me.” I lift her chin so she can see the look in my eyes when I speak.
“The heat in the garage gets unbearable sometimes, so the guys and I end up working shirtless. Savage found out that Val had been watching the club for a few days before she was attacked. That’s how she saw what she saw, not because I was fucking her. You’re the only woman I’ve been with since I came back. I won’t pretend I’ve been perfect, because I have been with other women before coming back here, but I haven’t crossed that line since you. I’m no saint, but compared to Savage… that man is always hunting for his next victim.” I wink.
She giggles at that, burying her face in my chest.
“You are it for me, Stevie.” The wordDibsis like a flashing neon light in my head, and I grin.
She is definitely my dibs.
“Okay, I believe you, but you hurt me again, Logan Vaughan, and the club will never find you, but my aunt will have really good fertilizer for her garden.”
I throw my head back laughing at her threat, my arms tightening around her. She pokes me in the ribs, making me yelp.
“Fucking trouble.” I tackle her to the bed, and she squeals and giggles as I gently dig my fingers into her sides, where I know she is ticklish.
“I will pee. Stop.” She laughs loudly.
That sound is fucking music to my ears, making my damned heart happy that she is here with me. For a time I thought I had lost her and fuck, she would have had every right to tell me to ‘fuck off,’ I am just pleased that she is giving me a second chance.
We laugh while we fight for control of the tickling, but I win. Lying between her thighs, I’m nestling my now hard cock against her pussy.
“Again?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “My cock will always want to be inside you, babe. You have that effect on him.”
“Charmer.” She pinches my nipple.
“Ouch. Fucking hell woman, I need to call the boyfriend abuse hotline after that.”
Her eyes widen at my words. “Boyfriend?”
“Yes, baby. Boyfriend. Partner. Worshiper. Ol’ Man.”
“Whoa,” she whispers.
Leaning down, I kiss her. Pouring everything I can into this one kiss and hell, she gives it right back. I make love to her, then she sucks my cock in the shower. My girl loves my cock and I am here for that.
