“Zander,” I try to interrupt, but he doesn’t let me.
“And finally, I’m going to give you my dick and fuck you hard. I’m not going to stop until you understand once and for all that the only fucking reason you’re not wearing my cut and my name is because you’re the one not ready and after hearing about your past—I get that. Still, you gave me your body and you’re giving me more. So, I can wait, because I know what I want—I got what I want, right here. Now get your fucking ass on this table and give me my breakfast.”
His words hit me. I mean they hit me. Everything that he says, all that he says, pierces me and lodges deep inside. It hits in spots that have been so empty, so raw and alone for so long, I thought they were dead. I have what I want, right here. How is it that seven words can rock the foundation of your whole world, but make you feel like you could fly at the same time? I love this man. I’ve only loved four people in my entire life; my mom, Nic, Ray and now…Zander. I love him. It scares me, it terrifies me, but his words give me courage. Courage, because I know he means them and I trust him. I trust him completely.
So, even though my legs are shaking I walk to him. I slide up on the kitchen table and sit in front of him.
“Lay back, Hellcat,” he orders, making no effort to move. His voice brusque and demanding.
I do as he tells me, bringing my knees up and bracing the bottoms of my feet on the table. I hear a chair scrape against the floor and then his hands are pulling my legs up on his shoulders. I barely have time to adjust before his face pushes against my pussy and he starts tasting, licking and eating me as if he were a dying man and I was the only thing that could save his life.
It’s an apt analogy, because he is saving me…one broken piece at a time.
I love him.
Chapter 24
Crusher
“Hellcat?” I whisper, as I sneak into her room. It’s after three a.m. and I’m fucking killed. So much has been going on at the club in the last six months. It feels like I never look up. Dancer came home and though that was a good thing, he’s got some heavy shit on his shoulders and he’s still having trouble adapting. He and Carrie are expecting a baby and that seems to have helped. What hasn’t helped was the club finally discovering who was behind paying Irish and Twist. The trail led us straight to the father of the man Dancer killed.
Fucker almost took me, Dance, Carrie and Bull out before we got him, but we managed to survive and get the motherfucker. Bull was hurt pretty bad, he’s a tough son of a bitch, though. He had to be, to survive having his brain bashed in and then being stuck in an explosion. It’s left him with a lot of problems, but I know he’ll come out of it.
The constant uproar and danger was wearing the club down, but it was also the one thing that convinced Dani to move into the clubhouse full time. Which was damn good, because Dragon is keeping me so fucking busy, if she didn’t live here I’d hardly get to see her. I need that woman more than air at this point. I’m completely, lost in her. The only thing giving us any trouble is that she’s still hiding the fact that we’re together. It’s pissing me off. She has this idea in her head that Dragon would forbid it and it would cause me trouble in the club. I told her I didn’t give a fuck and she was wrong, but she panics. She’s not ready to tell Nicole yet either. That’s going to have to change soon. Gunner and Freak already know about it and I’m pretty sure Dragon and the others suspect it. Kind of hard not to, when we fuck anywhere and everywhere we get a chance. My woman is adventurous, hot, needy and always ready. The only thing I can’t seem to talk her into is giving me her mouth. She hasn’t told me a lot about her past, but I know her problems with it begins and ends there. I’m patient. I can wait, and honestly if I never get that from her, with everything else she gives me, I don’t give a fuck.
I go over to the bed and she’s asleep, a better man wouldn’t wake her. I’m a bastard though and I need her. I strip down quickly and slide into bed behind her. She wiggles that naked ass of hers against my dick and I nearly moan out loud.
“I told you not to get in bed with me this late. My boyfriend will be home any minute,” she whispers and I smile at the joy I hear in her voice. I did that. I bring her joy. She’s completely different with me than she is with everyone else.
“How long do you think we have before he shows up?” I ask, playing along.
“How long do you think it will take you to make me come?” She asks barely able to hide her giggle.