His fingers work me while he pounds into me, and I can't breathe, can't think, can't be anything but the place where he's filling me and the fire he's stoking between my legs.
I come with a scream that tears out of my chest, my pussy clenching around him, and I feel him groan as I tighten.
He pulls out just before he comes. I watch in the mirror as he strokes himself, his cum spilling hot and thick across my lower back, dripping down to where his fingers are still inside me. He growls my name as he finishes, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.
For a long moment, there's nothing but our breathing, ragged and wet.
Then he turns me around, pulls me into his chest, and carries me to the bed. He lays me down on the dark grey quilt, his body covering mine, his hand already sliding between my thighs again.
"Round two," he says against my mouth.
And I don't say a word. I just open for him.
* * *
I don't know how much time passes.
It turns out Nash being at a sleepover means we can be as loud and crazy as we want, and we took full advantage.
After a while he shifts to his side and pulls me against him. My head on his chest. His hand at my collarbone, tracing slow, the place where the chain used to be.
The ranch is quiet outside. The sun has gone down enough that the room is mostly dark.
His fingers keep tracing the bare skin at the base of my throat. "Hadley."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
The word goes through me. "For what, Rogue?"
He looks me right in the eyes. "For trustin' me with it all. Your heart. With Nash. With all of it."
I can't speak for a long moment. "Rogue."
"Silas McCrae. That's my real name, baby. 'Bout time you know you can call me somethin' other than Rogue. Rogue is for the club, but Silas, that's for you."
I scoot up to him and kiss him softly. "Silas, I… I know we haven't talked about it officially, but I want to be yours. I want what Banshee and Bex have, Shadow and Grace, Spur and Dakota, Phantom and Marlena. I want everyone to know I'm yours and vice versa."
His hand stops at my throat. Then it moves again, slow, back to its slow tracing. "Yeah, baby. That's what I want too. There is somethin' we have to do to make it official."
I close my eyes. "What's that?"
His heart is steady against my ear. "Tattoos. We get Property of tattoos."
"Sounds good to me, baby. All I want is you."
Outside, in town, Diesel is on a couch in Mama Lou's living room watching a movie with Nash and Raine, Banshee is on the gate, and Hartley is a threat coming for us. Somewhere, somebody is making a decision about what comes next.
Right here, in this bed, my naked throat is under a man's hand and my body is humming. For the first time since I buried my husband—a whole woman lying in the arms of a whole man.
Whatever's coming tomorrow can come.
It's going to have to come through both of us.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rogue
