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"I don't want to spoil the surprise," I teased, enjoying how she switched gears and glared at me. "You can be there. If you want to be."
"Of course I do. I told you I did."
"Wanted to check in. Make sure you hadn't changed your mind."
"Nope. I'll be there."
I just grunted. "You might not like what you see."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Maybe I shouldn't. But I want to be there." She cupped my cheek. "What's the next move, baby?"
"Brothers loyal to me will get tagged."
Her brow puckered. "Tagged?"
"Ink. Da never really went that far. Men chose to get branded if they wanted, but he didn't insist on it. Most of the runners have some tattoo on them somewhere, but none of the higher-ups. Declan might—I never asked. His crew was on the ground so if he did, it’d have been to fit in with them."
"Are you getting ink?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.
I laughed at her. "Do you want me to?"
She wiggled her eyebrows. "I wouldn't say no. Savannah's husband. That sounds like a good tattoo to me."
I reached up to run my thumb along her brow. "’Property of Aidan.’ Right there."
"How very MC of you. They all have them, you know? The Old Ladies. ‘Property of’ tats. Before you, I'd never have gotten ink for a man, but..." She shrugged. "When you know it's forever, it doesn't seem that much of a sacrifice."
I hummed. "I don't need ink. Everyone else does. But... you could try to convince me."
"Oooh," she breathed, her lips brushing against mine. "How could I do that?"
I slid my hands up to her hips and encouraged her to rock against my erection. "Why are you wearing panties?"
"Because I'm not a heathen."
"I like it when you're a heathen." I drew her panties to the side and let my fingers slide down to her slit. "How's your face? How are you feeling? Still sore?"
"If you stop, Iwillkill you, Aidan," she groused, arching against me as I slipped the tip of one digit inside her.
"That's not an answer."
"Just don't give me beard rash and my cheeks will be fine." She smoothed the backs of her fingers against my jaw. "Shave and you'll be able to kiss me."
I smiled as I used the flat of my tongue to smooth over the smudges of chocolate spread on her cheek. She jolted in surprise then melted into me, breath shivering from her parted lips.
"Delicious," I whispered under my breath before straightening up and taking her with me as I launched off the sofa.
She clung tighter to me but I wasn't going far. I took her to the dining table and, kicking out the closest chair, I rested her ass on there.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I drew it over her head and bared her to my ravenous gaze.
It had been almost a week since I'd slid inside her, and it felt like a fucking lifetime.
I traced a revering hand along her throat, down her chest to her tits, over the curve of her waist, and to her hips.
She wasn't as thin as she'd been back when we first got married, but I loved her new softness.
When we fucked, it was like she was stronger. Not as brittle. I didn't have to worry about breaking her anymore.
