I’m so mad at him right now that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help it. And when my fingers drift inward, I imagine they’re his.
I picture Hayes bracing himself over me. The heat of his breath on my neck. The press of his lips on my throat. The weight of his body over mine.
He’s my first and only experience, and I’ve clung to that like an obsessed woman. Nothing culls this attraction—this need that’s burned hot since the first time we met gazes across the casino floor.
Skating my fingers inward, I slowly move them over my cotton underwear. He’d love that I’m already wet for him. That he wouldn’t even need to touch me to have my body responding.
I peel the underwear aside and imagine it’s his large hands driving inward. It’s his finger running a gentle circle over my clit. It’s him driving deep.
My touch pales in comparison, but I ignore that. I focus on him, gasping as I grind the heel of my hand over myself.
Tipping my head back, I focus on the memory of his lips on my throat. Of his teeth skimming my collarbone. I imagine him kissing lower. Claiming a path between my breasts and over my stomach until he meets me where I need him most.
My mouth parts, and I’m so close at just the thought of him. On the precipice of my release. My body arches, and just as I’m about to tip over that ledge, a floorboard creaks, pulling me back.
My eyes fly open, and I find Hayes standing in the doorway with his hands tucked into his pockets. His eyes are fixed between my spread legs, and the most beautiful smirk lights his face.
“Don’t stop on my account, wife.”
18
Soul
I tried my bestto keep my hands off Emery. To keep my distance. Every bone in my body has ached to claim her since the moment she walked into the clubhouse, but I’ve managed to resist for her sake.
Spread out before me, her fingers buried to her knuckles inside her perfect pussy, the tether that’s been holding me back snaps. I can smell her in the air. Feel her in my soul.
Her soft pants and moans led me through the house the moment I walked through the door. She must not have heard me because her sounds echoed down the hall without restraint. When I reached the end of the hallway, her door was open. Intentional or not, it didn’t really matter because the second I saw her, there was no walking away.
Moonlight cast through the window, and even the darkness of night can’t hide the blush painting a prettypink path from her chest to her cheeks. Her dark, messy hair splays across the pillow, while her lips are still making a pretty little O shape from her surprise.
It takes a second for her to process I’m standing in front of her when her eyes widen, and her knees snap shut.
I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
Emery pulls her hand away, quickly grabbing a sheet and covering herself. “I didn’t think you were coming home.”
“I told you I was.”
“Still.” She shrugs, clearly irritated about something and trying to mask it. “It got late. I figured you got distracted at the clubhouse.”
I didn’t get distracted. I got stuck. After Steel found out that I married Emery, a move that is guaranteed to set Zane off, he was pissed. Not only have I skirted around the club’s rules and secured her protection, but her uncle is going to be ruthless when he hears what I’ve done.
But I don’t bother telling Emery any of that right now because I don’t want her to worry. Besides, her narrowed eyes tell me she isn’t angry that I was out late; she’s worried about what I was doing.
“Is that jealousy, wife?”
Her teeth clench. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? It’s who you are. Besides, you like it.”
“No, I don’t,” she lies. “And I’m not jealous.”
“Good.” I lift off the doorframe and step into the room, closing the door behind me. “You have nothing to bejealous of. I haven’t touched another woman, much less fucked anyone, since you.”
“Since I came to the compound?”
“Since New Year’s.”
