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“I don’t care,” I confess.
“Well, I do, babe. I don’t want you not sleeping because you’re waiting for me and then waking up at the ass crack ofbeforedawn to get to work.”
“I don’t sleep when you’re not there, so it doesn’t even matter how late you get there,” I blurt. My brain catches up with the words I spouted a moment later. I avoid his eyes as I know he isn’t going to be happy that I’m not sleeping properly.
His eyes squint as he searches my face. “You aren’t sleeping?”
I shake my head repeatedly, not wanting to lie to him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I scoff. “Because I didn’t want to come off like some immature little girl that can’t sleep because she’s lonely.” I wave him off, resuming my movements at his length. “Forget about it. It’s silly.”
Before he can interrupt, I press my lips to his.
He lets out a moan, gripping his rough hands at my hips. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Ringer pulls me off the bike, ripping my jeans and panties down in one go before jerking me back into his lap. His strong thighs hold the bike steady as he impales me on his cock.
It’s quite impressive how he is able to fuck me so earnestly and possessively without dropping us and the bike in a heap on the dusty road.
“Kiss me,” he growls. The tension in his shoulders ripples under my fingertips. I can sense his release coming, so I press my lips to his. I slip my hand between us and rub my clit to encourage my own climax.
Ringer and I come in unison against the seat of his bike in an abandoned alley. “This will be a fun one to add to our list of weird places,” I purr.
Ringer chuckles against my mouth, giving me another swift kiss before letting me up.
He pulls a bandana out of the pocket of his cut, and I roll my eyes with a laugh as he uses it to clean us both up. “You turning into your dad on me?”
He laughs, shoves the messy fabric into a saddlebag, and secures his jeans.
“Back to earlier,” he says, causing me to groan.
“Forget I said anything. I was just being stupid. We need to get going.”
“Lilah Jane, look at me.”
“Oh God, you sound like Renee when you call me that.”
“Do you want me to sleep at your house?”
“Like, always?” I ask, panic creeping into my chest. I’d been fiddling around with the idea of asking him to move in, but like the last name thing, it just never came up.
Ringer nods, and a lump settles in my throat, not allowing me to speak. I take a deep breath, and the words just sputter out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I sent in the paperwork and changed my name. As soon as I get a new social security card, my name will be Lilah Mack. I also was kinda wondering if you wanted to move in. Or not. We could find a new house. Or not. Whatever you want–”
My rambling words are interrupted by Ringer's soft yet firm lips pressed against mine, effectively silencing me.
Ringer grabs both of my cheeks in his hands, deepening the kiss before pulling back and searching my eyes. The intense smile overtaking his face has the panic inside me settling. “I would fucking love to live with you.”
He presses one more kiss to my lips, then presses kisses all over every inch of my exposed skin, causing me to giggle from the tickle they cause. “You changed your name?”
I nod with a blushing grin. I wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about that little fact, but the smile on his face tells me I did the right thing.
“I did. Is that okay?”
“Is that okay? Of fucking course it’s okay!” he shouts, engulfing me in a suffocating hug. “Lilah Mack,” he tests the name out on his tongue. “I fucking love it.”
He kisses me again, then leans back against his bike.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say the three little words that have had me in a chokehold since I was 13, but those types of confessions are for another time. Instead, with one last smile in my direction, Ringer guides me back onto the bike, and we’re once again on our way to Pebbles's new studio.
