“Oh, of course, I tell Nova everything, she’s like a daughter to me, while my own disowned me!” she snaps back, and I groan.
Nova is the biggest gossip in town. The amount of trouble she got into in high school because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut was unbelievable. Heck, one of the football players ended up suspended after he tried to attack her when she told everyone he had screwed our art teacher and she lost her job.
“For fuck’s sake, Clarisse!” Dad snaps, and she retorts, “What?”
“She’s told everyone, Mom!” Crash growls, already seeing where Miles is coming from, and I shake my head as she snaps, “Why does it even matter? It is a marriage of convenience!”
Miles hangs up and chucks his phone on the counter behind me before groaning as he runs his fingers through my hair and places his forehead against mine.
"I really don’t like your mom," he huffs, gripping my hair.
“She hates that I cut her off,” I murmur, and he hums before reminding me, “You were already pulling back before our marriage,” and I nod.
Mom was overbearing and wanted everything her way, something I didn’t want. I wanted to be a free spirit and live for myself, not in her shadow.
I close my eyes, Miles’s body heat centering me, which completely scares me, considering I asked for a divorce just over a week ago, and I lean into him.
As if feeling my turmoil, my confusion over us after years of him pushing me away, of years of me believing I assaulted my friend, he whispers, “Block everything out,” and I lock eyes with his, “The past, our family, fucking everything, how do you feel about me? And not just back then, but right now, how do you feel about me right now?”
Tears glisten, and I choke, “I’m in love with you, have been since you saved me from the jungle gym.”
His grip tightens in my hair as he nods, then whispers, “Then the rest we’ll figure it out and we’ll heal.”
He makes it sound so easy, but it isn’t. We have six years of confusion and miscommunication to work through. Then there is the fact that the club lost my trust.
Before I can say anything, he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. He lingers for a moment, leaving the ball in my court and I don’t think. Instead, I bring my hand up, cup the back of his neck, and press my lips harder against his, needing to feel him.
He groans as he leaves one hand in my hair and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me tighter into him as he licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him.
As soon as our tongues touch, fireworks hit me, and a moan escapes that springs him into action, memories from that night hitting me as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Miles, please,” I plead with a slur as I grip his hair, trying to pull him up from in between my legs, and he does as I ask, climbing up my body before slamming his mouth against mine, his tongue instantly touching mine as he makes me taste my orgasm.
The couch cushions hitting my back brings me back to him, and anticipation fills me, the need for him overwhelming me, and when his body covers mine, everything in my world rights. I wrap my arms around his neck while his legs part for me.
“Fuck, buttercup,” he grunts as he grips my hair and kisses my neck, sucking hard, marking me and my clit pulses as a moan slips out.
“Miles, please, I-I…”
Hearing my plea and not needing me to explain, he slams his mouth back against mine as he pulls up the shirt I’m wearing – his shirt – and grips my soaked panties.
Tearing echoes in the room, and I moan as I lift my hips a little so he can remove the fabric, while my hand goes to his jeans.
The time for thinking is gone, only my need for him in its place, being in his arms, feeling his weight.
I pull his cock out and he moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss as I place him at my wet entrance before he grabs my hands and laces our fingers together. He places them by my head and breaks our kiss, so our eyes are connected. Slowly, he pushes inside me, my walls instantly sucking him in and instead of feeling uncomfortable with the eye contact, I feel connected with him, like he is all I can see and feel. Never losing that connection,my husband makes loves to me, with our lips just touching and I never want this feeling to go, I want to stay in this little bubble of just us before all our problems slam back.
I want my husband, and I don’t ever want to let him go.
Chapter 13
Trick
“The kids are all okay, only a few cuts and bruises, thankfully, so nothing too traumatic that will be lasting, and therapy has been organized,” Knuckles explains across the table regarding the five kids that were kidnapped by the fucking Chargers as he looks down at his paperwork, his jaw locked.
“Blade took the four fuckers who were involved back to his clubhouse to dispose of before the cops got there,” Crash finishes as he looks at Knuckles whose jaw ticks, and I frown as I look between them.
Are we missing something here?
