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Her kisses stopped as she leaned back. “Third date?”
“Your sisters said you wanted a gentleman and that meant no sex until after the third date. They all said it’s what you’d want.”
“All of them?” she growled.
He rubbed his groin against her mound, watching her eyes dilate. He didn’t want to get off track because she was irritated with her sisters. They had all obviously been screwing with him. Dealing with them could wait until later. Right now, he wanted to feel Remi against him. He slid her leather jacket off her and had his hand under her shirt, gliding up to her breast.
“Let’s leave getting back at them to later. How about you tell me how you want this date to go? We can leave here and go on a ride, or we can go check out the course.”
“Option three,” she muttered as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it on the counter.
“Option three?”
Remi had his cut off and laid on her shirt and was tugging his t-shirt over his head.
“Yes. You inside me until we both can’t speak.”
Her hands had his belt unbuckled and his jeans pushed down to his thighs. Her fingers grasped his cock, running across his piercing. He might have to thank his brother for his prank because it felt wonderful with Remi’s touch. He wasn’t sure why he’d fought this for so long, but he was fucking glad he’d come to his senses.
He slid closer, unhooking her bra so he could taste her. Her hardened nipples begged for his lips. He smiled at Remi’s moan, tugging on her other nipple as he feasted on the one. He didn’t want to neglect any part of her. She was tugging her jeans lower as he moved lower and licked along her stomach, playing with her piercing.
“Help me,” she pleaded.
He’d give in because he couldn’t wait to see her naked, feel her naked and wrapped around him. His hands made quick work of her jeans and panties, laying them on the counter. Remi reached into the pocket, grabbing a condom. He was thankful she was still thinking about consequences because all he cared about was being balls deep in her. This time would have to be fast, but he wasn’t fucking her if she wasn’t ready. He ran his finger around her clit and then circled her entrance. She was drenched and oh so ready for him. Her fingers had him wrapped and at her entrance.
He paused because he wanted to be sure. “Remi, if we do this, there’s no going back. I don’t want to be fuck buddies or friends with benefits. I want to build something with you. You’ll be mine and only mine as we see where this goes.”
Her nod as she moved against him had the tip sliding in.
“I need the words, Remi.”
“I love it when you call me Remi, but I’ll love it more when you get inside me and make me yours.”
Thank fuck because he couldn’t last a minute longer without being inside her. He thrust in and wished there wasn’t anything between them. The possessiveness thrumming inside him surprised him but with Remi, he’d found his one. He tried thinking about anything but how she felt because he didn’t think he could handle her remembering their first time as anything less than memorable. Her nails scraped his back.
“I won’t break. Harder. I’m so close,” she whimpered as she undulated against him.
A couple deep thrusts and she was shaking against him, her pussy clamping down on him. He let the tingle in his back take over, thrusting deep and releasing. He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. He considered himself a strong man. A man capable of locking down his emotions and doing what needed to be done but with Remi, she’d ripped his heart wide open, and every emotion was bubbling to the surface. He wanted to spill everything he was feeling. He held back. His Remi wasn’t ready for all the hearts and flowers. He’d opened a chink in her armor, and it was a start. He’d bide his time and let her get used to their new normal before he overwhelmed her with anything else.
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REMI CUDDLED CLOSEto War as he took the curve close to her house. She was thankful he wasn’t filling her ear with senseless chatter. Even with the ability to chat between their helmets, he was quiet, allowing her to think. It was something she liked about War. He didn’t need to fill the silence. He was comfortable in his own skin.
Tonight, she craved the silence because her emotions were all over the place. Having War inside her, arms wrapped around her holding her close, had changed things. She’d known what she was doing. His insistence on her articulating what she wanted had shouted it from the rooftops. He wanted to build a relationship.
Deep down where she didn’t want to admit, he was the man she wanted with all his faults, failures and virtues. The question was, could he accept her as she was? She wasn’t perfect and had her own faults and failures.
She couldn’t stand mess. She needed order. A shrink would probably say it was something to do with the trauma of losing her mom and feeling out of control. It didn’t matter to her what caused it, but she was calmer and relaxed when her space was in order.
Of course, it was also what made her good at planning. She’d enjoyed having Bear around because they both thought through what could happen and how to counteract it.
Love, if that was what she was feeling for War, wasn’t controllable, wasn’t measurable. It flowed and permeated every aspect of life. When her parents were alive, she could feel the love when she walked in a room. It was the same with Regina and Baron. She wasn’t sure she was ready for it. At the heart of it, love demanded trust. Trust the other person would have her best interests at heart. Would War be the safe place where she could open up or would he demand to control how she did her job? Could he be okay with the risks her job entailed?
He'd hurt her before. Sure, he’d been in high school, and she’d made mistakes back then, too. Her heart pounded at the thought of what his betrayal would do to her. She trusted those she loved but they were few. Her sisters, her dad, the original MC members, Regina, and then there was the next layer. She had a couple of their employees she’d classified as friends but besides her sisters, she kept her circle small.
She had dreams of a partner who she would grow old with and kids. She even considered adopting by herself, but the hurdles were so large for a single person. She wanted a family. Kids running around and laughter and love filling her home.
War slowed and then backed the motorcycle into the spot. He held out his hand to help her off. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to come in or leave. Her emotions were bubbling to the surface. She wasn’t sure she was ready to share with him yet. He shut the motorcycle off, then took off his helmet, laid it on the seat and gazed into her eyes. She could stare at him forever.
