Page 61 of Glass Wings

The hummingbird faces them all, wings forever in motion, guarding them. And above it, hidden but not forgotten, the snake across my collarbone coils like a reminder of who I used to be. Survival inked in one line of skin, and hope inked in another.

“For you and Quinn, and space for a future of many more.”

Harley’s lips part, eyes filling instantly with tears. “Easton …”

“I want you both here,” I say, stepping closer and brushing my fingers over Quinn’s tiny head, making sure not to wake her. “With me, always. You two are my world, and every tattoo I have means something, but this one …” I press my palm over the hummingbird, feeling the sting of fresh ink beneath the bandage. “I’ve been meaning to get it for years. It’s yours because you are my heart, Harley. And she’s my little fighter.”

Her breath hitches, eyes flooding as her gaze darts from my chest to my face. She places Quinn in the bassinet, her hands shaking as she reaches for me. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” I kiss her, slow and certain. “I needed to do this.”

Thirty-One

HARLEY

“I’m in love with you, Easton.”

He just stares, blue eyes dark as they sweep over me. It makes me feel incredibly insecure; I must look like a mess after a long day with Quinn.

I’ve waited for him to initiate, I’ve waited months for him to initiate intimacy with me, but he’s been scared. And now … it’s time to rekindle our fire.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to think my body is ready. I’ve been ready, Easton. I need you.”

A growl rips from his chest, and he has me spun and pressed to the wall before my senses can catch up.

I distantly hope he doesn’t wake the baby, but in this moment, with electricity crackling between us and his ocean eyes darkening with ever second that passes, I can’t make myself care about anything other than him.

“Are you ready for me, Little Bird?”

My shoulders are pinned to the wall, but my back heaves forward, my body making a play to meet his.

“I’ve been ready, East.”

He sweeps me off my feet and into his massive arms, careful of his fresh tattoo, and carries me through the apartment, directly to our room. He tosses me onto our bed, and I bounce against the mattress, sparks igniting over my skin in excitement.

He crawls over my body, his arms caging me in as hovers above me. I have no time to anticipate what’s going to happen next before his lips capture mine in a savage kiss. His mouth is hot, and his tongue demanding. Everything I have been yearning for since the arrest is finally at my fingertips.

He fists a hand in my hair and angles my head to the side so he can devour my mouth. His other hand holds his body up, before he suddenly flips us; his hands roam my body as his mouth continues to work on mine. He touches me everywhere, palms impassioned as they glide up my back, run around my sides, and push between us until he’s palming my heavy breasts.

Through it all, he continues to kiss me. Never letting go of my mouth while he works every inch of me into a frenzy.

A fire erupts in my insides, desire rippling through my body.

A low, throating moan reverberates from Easton’s chest as he pulls me impossibly closer and slips the soft shorts I’m wearing down my legs. Ripping his mouth from mine, he slides my thong down my legs and lifts the baggy shirt I’ve been wearing over my head, and then his lips are on mine again. Devouring every breath. Claiming them as his.

I burn everywhere.

“Easton, please,” I moan against his lips, greedily sucking in air while his lips travel down my neck.

“I’ve never loved you more than right now, Harley. Every stretch mark that was caused from you growing our baby undoes me. What you’ve done for us will never go without appreciation. I’ve been dying to get lost in your sweet body again, but I’ve been scared of hurting you,” he admits, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“I need this. I need you, Easton. You don’t hurt me, you haven’t ever hurt me. You complete me.”

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he grunts, full of lust. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me all night long?” I suggest giggling.

“For as long as Quinn’s asleep, I’ll do whatever you want. The pleasure I’m going to bring you. Again, and again, and again.”