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There was no hesitation from him.
The moment Rage saw I was in danger, he was there, pulling that man away and defending me. He wanted to kill him for touching me, and I can tell he still does, even if he has calmed a little. I’ve never had anyone willing to go that far for me. Not my dad… not even Tommy.
“I know,” I tell him, sincerely meaning it. I trust that Rage will do everything to keep me and our child safe.
He takes my hands in his, holding them as they shake uncontrollably. The adrenaline is still thundering through my system, and I feel weak, exhausted too.
“Did I scare you?” He doesn’t look at me as he asks this, shame lining his expression. I hate that it’s there. He didn’t do anything wrong.
I shake my head. “I’ve never been scared of you, Beau.”
“I never want you to be.”
I know he’s thinking about the man he’s terrified of becoming, but time and time again, he proves to himself and to me that he is nothing like his father. Rage had fought to keep me protected. He didn’t throw punches to make me afraid. He would never hit me or hurt me. Despite how little I really know about him, I’m certain of that.
I grab his face between my hands, wanting desperately to assure him that he’s not that man, that the violence inside him is not the same, but I don’t know how to put that into words.
“I couldn’t bear it if you were afraid of me,” he admits.
“How can I be scared of someone who throws himself into danger to keep me from harm?”
His hand slides between our bodies, spanning over my stomach as he drops his forehead to rest against mine. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen now. I was on borrowed time with the club before this, but now…” His expression is pained, and I instinctively want to comfort him.
“Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it, okay?”
“I need the club, Skye.”
“I know.”
And I do. I can see how much this place means to him. It’s the same obsession Jack and the other men in my father’s organisation displayed. But the club has something the Pioneers never did—brotherhood. The way Hawk looks after Rage is something I’ve never seen from my father’s soldiers. This is a family, bound by bonds greater than blood.
“I mean, I need it. I can’t protect you both alone, and there’s gonna be repercussions for what I did. They might take my kutte.”
“Howler isn’t going to do that,” I assure him, even though I have no idea what the Sons’ President is capable of.
His expression suggests he doesn’t believe me, so I do the only think I know will soothe him—I give him my body. Rolling to my toes, I press my mouth to his, slowly teasing my tongue along the seam of his lips.
He lets me inside without a fight, his tongue clashing with mine as his fingers tighten on my nape. I let him direct my head back, so he can deepen our kiss. Warm and fierce, he takes me like I’m all he needs, and it’s a heady feeling knowing that.
I sink against him, melting into his touch as he devours me, kiss by kiss. My legs feel weak, and I cling to him for a different reason now.
When we break apart, it’s only because we need to suck in air. “I’m sorry he touched you,” he says, his voice cracking with emotion. “I promised you’d be safe here.”
“You didn’t know that was going to happen, and I’m fine.”
His fingers trail over my neck, and I have to hold in my wince. I’m sore, and undoubtedly there will bruises tomorrow. “I wanna kill him.”
“I know, but you can’t. We need you here and not in jail.”
“What makes you think I’ll go to jail?” There’s a darkness in his tone.
“Let your president handle it. I need you focused on us.” He gives me that attention, albeit grudgingly. “I love that you want to be the man who defeats all my monsters, but I don’t want that from you. I just need you.”
He kisses me again. “Say you’re mine.”
I don’t have to think about it. I’m so caught up in the moment, in the intensity between us, that I blurt the words. “I’m yours.”
He walks me back to the bed and comes down on top of me, his mouth fused to mine. My pussy throbs in anticipation, but when he’s had his fill of me, he goes onto his back, pulling me against him so I’m half lying on his chest. His arm wraps around me, keeping me in place.
