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However, I have noticed South hasn’t let go of me. Not that I mind. Having his arms wrapped around me is the only place I want to be right now.
We walk over to Maverick as he stands with Clover, both of them laughing, taking in all the praise, and South bobs his head at the newly patched member, putting out his hand for him to shake. “Mad Mav, thank you, brother, for saving my life out there.”
I exhale hearing those words, hating the idea I could have lost South today.
Maverick shakes South’s hand. “You’d have done the same for me, brother.”
“Yeah, but thank you for getting me back to my woman.”
I reach out, placing my hand on Maverick’s arm. “Yes, thank you. So much. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost South as well as Grudge.”
“Luckily, we don’t need to find out…” Maverick smiles. “You guys go and have a good night. I intend to.” He wraps his arm around Clover. “We made it, sis!”
She giggles as they take off, and I spin in South’s arms, looking him in the eyes. “If you don’t take me to bed right now, I’m gonna explode.”
He wiggles his brows, starting to back me toward the hallway. “Oh, angel… I’m gonna make you explode, all right.”
I giggle, spinning in his arms, and turn, rushing down the hall to his bedroom. He chases after me but at a slower pace because of his leg. The amount of alcohol he’s consumed doesn’t help either.
Slowing my steps, I turn back and grin, loving the mischief in his eyes. After a frantic day of worrying, I need this.I need him.He might be injured, but he’s here. And it’s time to show him how much he means to me.
Just inside his door, I pause, letting him catch up. When he’s within arm’s reach, I tug him inside and lock the door behind us. Before I can move, he pulls me against him, backing me up against the door. My breath catches, but I don’t miss the grimace flash in his eyes as he leans in to kiss me.
With a gentle press against his chest, I encourage him to back up. He watches me with confusion but doesn’t fight it and drops to the bed. He shrugs out of his cut, resting it on the end of the bed, then quickly grabs the back of his shirt. Pulling it over his head, he tosses it to the floor with a cocky expression.
His tattooed body is marred with bruises and cuts, but he still looks like a gift from the damn gods, the way that trail of hair leads down into his low-riding jeans right to where I want to be.
Shaking my head, I lift his legs onto the bed. “South, you need to get off your leg and elevate it. You’re overdoing it as is,” I tell him.
“Fuck that. I need to getyouoff.” He growls the words out, sending a burst of desire through me.
I smirk, stepping back and slipping off my shirt. This catches South’s attention as he groans, his eyes never leaving my body. Feeling bold, I shimmy my jeans down my hips and watch as his breathing becomes heavy.
He goes to jump up but immediately falls back to the bed, and I put my hand on his chest, holding him in place. “I’m gonna need you to stay put on that bed. Got it?” I smirk, his eyes lighting up in curiosity.
“You serious right now, angel?”
“As a heart attack. You’re injured, and I finally get the chance to show you how much I love you. How much Ineedyou. And you’re going to sit there and take it.Youunderstand?”
“Shit, you can do whatever you want to me.” South chuckles as he leans back on his elbows, his brow arched in a challenge.
I slide my jeans down the rest of the way, leaving me in nothing but a lace bra and matching panties. Then I walk up to him, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing it, keeping my eyes firmly on him.
His eyes are heavy with desire, and his cock strains against the zipper. But I take it slow.
Time.
We have time.
He came home to me.
The heaviness of the day still lingers. The fact I could have lost him—hell, I could have lost everyone—plays on my mind, and I’m determined to give him the attention he gives me. But the reality is, I’m a little selfish too.
I need this like I need my next breath.
After removing his boots, I slip off the pant leg off his good leg before shifting and carefully sliding the other down. Once I have gently removed his jeans and boxers, I’m distracted by him gripping his cock, squeezing and stroking it. My tongue moves on its own, licking my lips.
“Come put that gorgeous mouth around my cock, Ingrid,” he orders, and even though it’s a mighty fine temptation, I have other plans.
