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“You wanna take her and all the pans so I can take Lilah for a ride?” Ringer asks my dad from behind me.
“Yeah,” Dad says with a genuine smile.
Ringer helps my dad load up all the desserts as Sasha, and I quickly clean up after them. Once everything is packed up, we make our way outside. Ringer holds a helmet out to me as Dad honks the horn of the van and pulls out.
Sliding on behind Ringer, I snake my hands around his waist and giggle when he groans as I stroke my hand down the bulge in his jeans. I hold him against my palm as he takes off in the opposite direction of the new plaza the club bought.
“Where are we going?” I yell over the wind.
Ringer ignores my question. I lean back and cackle as his body vibrates with every stroke and tease of my hand against his jeans. I know messing with him as he drives us down the road is dangerous, but I can’t help it. Teasing him is one of my favorite pastimes.
Ringer pulls up to an abandoned warehouse and pulls his bike into a small alleyway behind it.
Ripping his helmet off, I shriek as his strong arms wrap around my waist, and he hoists me in front of him. I have no choice but to straddle him in this position and let out a moan as he presses the length that was just in my hands against my center.
His hardness presses against my jeans in the perfect spot, causing my eyes to roll back. “Shit,” I breathe.
“You know how dangerous that shit is, right Lilah?” Ringer’s hard gaze catches my eye, and I nod, not giving a shit about anything as long as he keeps pressing himself against me.
“I’m supposed to keep you safe,” he says, pressing featherlight kisses against the exposed skin on my chest.
“You’ll always keep me safe.”
“You think I can control this beast when my wife has my cock in her hand?”
Ringer loves calling me his wife when it’s just us. I won’t admit it out loud, but I fucking love it too.
I love when he calls me his in general. But there’s something to be said about a man calling a womanhiswife.
I haven’t decided how or when I want to tell him, but I sent off our paperwork to officially change my name to Lilah Mack.
“At least I didn’t do this while you were driving,” I say as I pop the button to his jeans, dragging his cock out of the tight confines of his boxers and stroke him back and forth.
“Fuck, Lile,” Ringer groans.
He’s been busy the last few days, his thoughts elsewhere as he focuses on the club. He works with his dad at the shop by day, and in the evenings, he’s been with his brother or the other guys doing whatever it is that they do. I don’t pretend to know what goes on within the club. Unless it directly has something to do with me or someone tells me, I’m oblivious to it all. I know there is more stuff going on than the little that he actually does tell me.
Somehow, the guy that attacked Pebbles got sent to the prison where Ringer did time. Luckily, he’s allowed, but he has had to go back to the prison a few times to visit his old cellmate. He doesn't know that I know, but I overheard him and my dad talking about a plan involving his old cellmate and the psychopath that hurt our Pebbles.
I try to ignore the fact that he has lied to me about why he’s going to visit every time, but I know he’s only doing it to protect me.
Every time he leaves to visit, a pit forms in my stomach, and the intrusive thoughts of them keeping him there and locking him back behind bars for another eight years infiltrate my mind.
These are just some of the things that have led me to accept that I could never live without Ringer like that again. It would destroy me.
Aside from this morning, I haven’t been intimate with my husband in over a week because of how busy he has been. And I don’t fucking like it.
I squeeze Ringer’s cock in my hand and grasp the hair at the back of his head with my other hand, dragging his lips up to mine.
“I’ve missed you,” I confess against his lips.
“You just saw me this morning,” he chuckles.
“You know what I mean,” I pout. I force away the bubbles of insecurities inside me at the thought of him at the clubhouse with the club girls instead of with me. “You haven’t really stayed over at all.”
“I don’t want to come over late and keep you up when you have to get up so early.”
I rest my head against his chest and take a breath. Of fucking course, he would have to come at me with something sweet, like not wanting to keep me up late.
