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"What?"
"I didn't even get to hold my nieces," I say, pouting. "They're so cute and so little, and I stormed out before I even held them."
"How old are they?"
"Two months."
"Twins?"
I nod.
"I bet they love you already."
"I mean, obviously. I'm their favorite aunt."
He chuckles, sliding me closer on the bike. "Fuck, I love you."
I gasp, my gaze flying to his. "You just—"
"I know exactly what I just said, Dilemma. I said I love you. And I meant every fucking word. I love you."
"Bronx," I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
"I love you." He brushes his lips against mine. "I love your heart. I love your sassy ass attitude. I love your smart mouth. I love your courage. I love your spirit. I love how you challenge and defy me. I love how much you love your family. I love how sweet you are, and how fierce you can be. I love every inch of your body and how fucking perfect you are when you're taking my cock. I love you and every single thing about you, Gemma."
"It hasn't been two business days, but I love you too," I sob, making him laugh.
He kisses me gently. At least, that's his plan. I have other ideas. As soon as he gets his lips on me, I slip my hands between us, reaching for his cock. I don't care if we're outside. I don't care if the whole world can see us. I want him right here and now.
"Gemma," he growls.
"Fuck me, Bronx. Please," I beg, attacking his button. "Please."
He gently bats my hands away, taking care of the button and zipper himself. A second later, he pulls his cock out. I immediately reach for it, but he has other plans. He dodges me, reaching between us to tear the crotch out of my leggings. Thank God his jacket is basically a robe on me, or the ride home would be awkward and indecent.
"Do you like this shirt?"
"Not really. Why?"
He grabs the hem, pulling until it tears. I watch, not sure what he's doing, as he quickly rips a long strip from the bottom. By the time he has it loose, my mind has caught up and my body is one hundred percent on board.
"Put your hands behind your back," he orders, lifting me onto his lap.
I think about protesting, and quickly decide I don't want to. The thought of him tying me up on the back of his motorcycle is a little too alluring. I quickly thrust my hands behind my back.
He works quickly, tying my wrists together.
"Comfortable?" he asks.
"Yes."
"Good." He smirks. "Let's see how fast you can come on my cock when anyone might catch us, Dilemma." He slips his hand between my legs, yanking my panties to the side. His fingers slide through my soaked folds. His thumb presses against my clit as he works two fingers inside me. "You're already fucking soaked."
"I know," I moan, rocking against his hand.
He watches me the whole time he plays with me, quickly driving me to the edge. "Look at you," he growls. "You fucking love this, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, unable to deny it.
