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When he’s finished, he peels me off the counter and gently pulls my underwear and leggings up, settling the waistline over my stomach. I don’t turn to face him, instead keeping my back to his front as he treats me with such kindness, it makes my throat tight.
As he steps up behind me, plastering my back to his chest, I find myself melting against him.
His hands move under my sweater, over my stomach, and into the cups of my bra. I suck in a breath as his fingers knead my breasts while he kisses every inch of the side of my face that he can reach in this position.
“I meant what I said. I do love you, Skye. I don’t need you to say it back, but I do want you to know how I feel. You consume me. I never thought anyone could love me, or that I could love anyone back, but you’ve changed that.”
He rolls my nipples between his fingers before I turn in his arms, needing to see his face. “I love you too.”
He pulls me against him, his hand pressing against the back of my neck to hold me closer, and I feel truly loved by him.
“We should probably get back. I know Sariah Fraser. We keep her waiting too long, she’s going burst in here and try to drag you out.”
I bury my head into his chest, my fingers gripping the edges of his leather vest. “Oh, do you think they heard us?” My cheeks are on fire at the thought of someone listening to us having sex.
“Baby, I think the whole of Manchester heard you.”
I make a noise like a wounded cat, and he guides me away from his chest, forcing my gaze to his.
For a moment, I get lost in his eyes, wishing we could just leave all this behind. It’s a foolish dream. My father is still looking for me, and if Sariah was able to find me, it’s only a matter of time before he does too.
As much as I hate to admit it, we are safer with the club.
“She says she’s my sister.” He makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like an agreement. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do with that.”
“You do whatever you want. There’s no pressure for you to get to know her if you don’t want to.”
Growing up was kind of lonely. I had Scarlett and Tommy, but they had their own homes, their own families. When they left and I was alone in the house, I often found myself wishing I had a sister or brother to talk to.
Even when my mother was alive, she, like my father, spent a lot of her time out of the house.
“You think she really is my sister?”
“She looks exactly like you.”
I let this information sink in, knowing what he’s saying is plausible. “I’m scared.”
“There’s no need to be. I won’t let anything happen to you. If you want to meet your sister, then let’s do that.”
“I want to meet my sister,” I confirm.
He slips his fingers through mine, raising our joined hands so he can press a kiss to the back of my knuckles. When he leads me into the common room, I follow willingly, unsure what we are about to walk back into.
On the surface, everything seems calm, like a duck pond, but I feel the ripples of the tension beneath it. Sariah is sitting with Kane and Lucas flanking either side of her. Howler waits on the other side of the room with the prospects, but I notice Pia is gone.
Obviously, Howler is expecting trouble, and when Sariah comes to her feet, her eyes blazing, I understand why.
“I’m going to kill you,” she hisses at Rage. “If you’ve hurt her—”
I cut her off before she starts ranting. “He’s never laid a finger on me. I know you mean well, and I can’t put into words how happy it makes me that there is someone out there who genuinely seems to care about me, but I’m staying.”
“They’ve got into your head. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”
I bury myself against Rage’s side, my arms wrapping around his waist. “I want to do this. I love him, and he loves me. That’s all I need to know.”
She stares at me, as if weighing up the validity of my words. “If you change your mind, you will always, always have a place in my home. You understand?”
“Thank you.”
