Walking out of the main room, out the double doors and straight to my Harley, I pull my cell out of my tight pocket and shoot a text to Lauren.
C: U free 4 lunch? X
A few seconds go by and a ping alerts me to a new text.
L: Finishing work early. Meet u at home x
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I mount my bike. I shove my helmet on my head before bringing the Harley to life. The roar resonates around the deserted courtyard and I breathe in a lungful of air before heading toward the gates.
***
Finding Lauren sat with a coffee in the den, I sit down beside her on the couch. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hey, yourself. You’re back early,” she says, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “You’re never home this early.” A small frown appears on her face and I chuckle.
“I know. Not much happening today. Plus, I don’t like that you went to bed upset at me.” After she places her coffee on the side table, I wrap her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “Not to mention, I missed you like crazy.”
“You did?” she murmurs into my chest.
“Of course I did, I always do when I’m not with you.” Does she honestly doubt my feelings towards her?
“It’s the first time you’ve told me that in a long while.” I can hear the smile in her voice and it warms my heart.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick. I really am. I love you, sweetheart, never doubt it.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes, before she lifts her head to look at me. “You been up to much today? Or am I not allowed to know?”
“Fuck all. Had church this morning, had a beer with Cobra then headed home. I’m seriously a boring as fuck person,” I tell her. “We do have shit going down though. In the next few days we have to head out to the other side of LA to visit a smaller club, they need help with something.”
“How long will you be gone? Christmas is next week!” She shoots up in her seat, her eyes wide with panic. “This is our first Christmas together, Champ.” The use of my club name has me sinking back into the cushions further. It’s rare that she’ll use my nickname when it’s just us two together. I know she means business now.
“I’ll be back before Christmas, Lauren. Stop being such a drama queen.” I run a hand through my unruly, scruffy hair and clench my jaw.
“Drama queen? Seriously?” she shrieks. This is getting me nowhere.
“Look, you wanted me to tell you more about the club and that’s exactly what I’m fucking doing. Will you ever be damn happy with me, woman?” I sigh. She frustrates me to no end but I can’t help loving her feisty attitude. Call me insane for even putting up with it, but one day Lauren will be the death of me.
“Your right, I’m sorry,” she sighs and hangs her head. “But this close to Christmas? Why can’t it be after?”
“Because this is serious shit, Lauren, that’s why. Shit needs to be done before it gets more out of hand,” I explain to her, pulling her arm until she’s straddling me. “For once, don’t overthink things. Everything will be fine. I promise.”
I run the back of my hand down her smooth cheek and her eyes flutter closed. Leaning my head in, my nose runs along her jaw and down neck. My tongue flicks out to the spot behind her ear that makes her moan every fucking time. My dick hardens at the sound and push my hips up, showing her how excited I am. How much my fucking dick loves her.
“I need you, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear. “I fucking need you.” She throws back her head at hearing my words. The things this woman does to me with just her actions and sounds.
Standing up, with her wrapped around me, I head to our bedroom down the short hallway. Tonight, I’m showing her how much I really love her.
I place her on the bed and I follow, nestling between her open thighs. My lips smash to hers in a show of possession. Mine. She’s so fucking mine.
She throws a leg over my hip and start grinding like a teenager, rubbing up against my hard-on. Fuck.
Sitting back on my heels, I strip my cut and shirt, throwing them onto the chair in the corner of the room. Her wondering hands glide up my torso, making my abs twitch in response. “I love your hands on me, sweetheart.”
“I love it when you’re on me, Liam.” Fuck. My hands fight with my belt, stripping it from my jeans. Popping the button, I shuffle them down my thighs and kick them off with my feet.
“Your turn.” The tight yoga pants she’s wearing are off in the blink of an eye and I’m face to face with her grade-A, glistening *. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her sweetness. Fuck.