There is absolutely no containing the growl in my chest. I’m obsessed with her calling me that. Possessed. There’s no turning back.
My lips press to Emery’s, and if I wasn’t already consumed by my wife, this would seal it. A sweet but greedy caress quickly turns needy as her tongue searches me out. In so many ways, she’s still unsure of herself. But when she’s in my arms, her confidence wakes. She demands what her body craves, and I happily deliver.
To kiss her is better than any other high I’ve chased. An aphrodisiac that has my blood chanting for more.
By the time she pulls back, her freckles are on fire. I cup her cheeks, brushing my thumbs over them. How the hell does a man like me get so damn lucky?
She lowers to her heels, pulling us farther apart, and I already miss her.
“You ready for a drink?” I ask, ignoring that I’d like to drag her home right now and take her to bed.
“Please.” She bites her lower lip.
It’s red and puffy from the kiss.
Fucking delicious.
I lace my fingers through hers and lead her away from the bar in the front of the clubhouse toward the larger one in the back. On the back wall hangs a giant banner that says Congratulations, with a picture of a ball and chain drawn beside it.
“Let me guess… this was your doing.” I slap Chaos on the shoulder when he stops beside us, already grinning.
“Figured I owed you after the shit you did when I married Willa.”
Nothing contains my laugh. When Chaos returned to Vegas and I found out he married Willa while they were traveling the country, I attached shackles to the back of his bike with a giant cement block at the end of it. It was on there good. Havoc had to bring shit from Kings Auto to cut it off, and he was fucking pissed.
Which, of course, just made it more amusing.
It’s not that I don’t love Willa, or that I wasn’t happy for my brother, but marriage wasn’t something I considered before Emery walked back into my life, and I understood the primal need to claim someone as mine in every way.
Emery sticks to my side. Her palm rests flat on my chest as she stares up at the sign. I’m not offended in the least because us being married is just one more way that she’s mine.
Willa pops up beside Chaos, and like he knew where she was all along, his arm is already raised to welcome her at his side.
“You want a drink?” She smiles at Emery. “I think the girls are making lemon drops.”
“Aren’t lemons sour?” Emery’s nose scrunches.
“You’ve never had a lemon drop?”
Emery shakes her head, frowning. “My uncle only ever served wine at his dinners. Sometimes he’d have them pour me a glass, but I only ever had a few sips. It was better to keep a clear head around him and his friends.”
My jaw tightens, knowing why she felt that way.
“The only other time I had a drink was at the casino on New Year’s,” she says. “It was something pink and fruity.”
“A strawberry daiquiri.” I fill in the blank.
“Right.” Emery smiles up at me. “It was pretty intense and way too much sugar. If I had more than one, I might have been sick.”
“Lemon drops are nothing like that,” Willa assures her. “And if you don’t like it, don’t worry about it. We’ll mix something else until we figure out what you like. I spent a little too much time around bars growing up, so I know how to make just about anything. This one was good at sneaking liquor bottles without my friend Harloe’s father noticing.”
Willa nudges Chaos, and he chuckles.
“My girl’s got you covered.” Chaos smiles, and Emery’s shoulders relax.
I appreciate that he’s nice to her for my sake when he’s known for being an asshole.
“What do you think?” Willa asks, but Emery looks up at me when she answers.
