We step inside the clubhouse, and her eyes widen. One of my brothers is fucking a patch bunny on a couch in the bar at the front and making a show of it.
I didn’t warn her what we’d be walking into, so I knew it’d be a bit of a shock. The last party she saw here wasalready winding down, so the worst was over. Tonight, that won’t be the case.
But this is the life I’m bringing her into, and I need to see how she feels about it. I need to see if she even wants it. This is the other half of my world.
Emery doesn’t shy away from the scene ahead of us. Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away.
“You good?” My hand drifts down her spine, and her blush spreads to her neck.
Emery’s hair is in a high ponytail tonight, hiding nothing.
“I’m fine.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, glancing up at me. “Do you do that kind of thing?”
“Fuck in public?”
She nods, and while I’d like to lie to her to protect her feelings, I promised her I’d be honest. Unlike my father, I plan to live up to my wedding vows.
“I’ve chased a lot of highs in my life. Done a lot of shit.” I tip her chin up, and even if the party rages around us, she casts this bubble of peace around us. “If you really want to know something, I’ll tell you, but it might not always be an answer you like.”
She wets her lips, considering that. “I want to know the truth.”
“Then, yes. I’ve done just about everything that you’re going to witness around here tonight. Probably more than once.”
“Do you like it?” Her cheeks redden, drawing out her freckles. “Having sex in public. People watching you…”
“Yes, no. Not necessarily.” I shrug. “For me, it’s not about where I am or what’s around. I just like the freedom of doing what I want, when I want, at any given moment, because tomorrow isn’t promised. For a long time, that meant I didn’t give a shit. When I wanted something, I did it. Fuck the consequences.”
“So what you’re saying is that being spontaneous is your kink?”
I lower my forehead to hers, and somehow, she manages to smell like oranges and cloves even with the heavy scent of booze saturating the air. Who knew a scent could be addictive. One inhale, and I’ll never get enough.
“No, being spontaneous isn’t my kink. You are,” I admit.
A smile curls in the corner of her mouth. “A person isn’t a kink, Hayes.”
“Fuck that. You are for me.” I shrug, and her smile grows. “Everything you do, everything you say. You could be reading a book or eating breakfast or just existing, and I can’t get enough of it. Everything you do is my fucking obsession. The way you smell, the way you move. Whether you let me fuck you in bed or let me fuck you in the middle of this room… I want it all so long as it’s with you.”
Emery wraps her arms up over my shoulders. “So what if I’m not into all that?”
“Even then.” And I mean it with my whole being, no matter who I’ve been or what I’ve done.
My whole life, I’ve always needed more.
The next rush.
The next addiction.
Now I just need her.
“And what if I do want to try something?” Her eyebrow hitches. “What if I want to have a little fun?”
“Then tell me what you need to make that happen.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” I promise. “Have your way with me, wife.”
Her eyes brighten, unblinking as she grazes her lips over mine. “Then kiss me like I’m yours, husband.”
