“Fuckin’ love you, baby,” I rasped out as my thrusts got faster and I could feel myself about to blow.
“I love you too,” Lilah said just before her * clamped down on my cock, coating me with her wetness and draining my cock of everything I had.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I came, my head on her shoulder as I caught my breath.
Lilah’s hips rolled slowly, jerking the last outta us. Then she lifted my head, her eyes concerned. “What is wrong?”
I quickly pressed my lips to hers and pulled back, my dick sliding out of her dripping *, and I zipped up my fly. “Go get cleaned up and put on your leathers. We’re going for a ride.”
“We are?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby. Got somewhere we gotta go.”
Lilah eyed me with suspicion but did what I asked.
Five minutes later, we were cruising down the freeway, heading downtown. Lilah held on to me tight, and I did everything I could not to lose my mind.
*****
I pulled in behind Styx’s truck, and I felt Lilah’s arms tighten around me in surprise. “Ky?” she questioned.
Turning off the engine, I just sat there for a minute.
“So beautiful,” I heard Lilah murmur from behind me. I forced myself to look up at the church. That white church she’d been so wrapped up in all those months ago.
“Off, sweet cheeks,” I ordered, and Lilah swung her legs off the seat and hit asphalt. I followed after and watched her head tilt back as she drank in the sight of the church.
“So, so beautiful,” she whispered again.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” I said under my breath, but I weren’t looking at no white stone or stained glass window. I was looking at my woman, eyes bright with excitement.
Turning to me, Lilah asked, “Ky, what are we doing here?”
I glanced to the truck, seeing that it was empty, and I ran my hand under my nose. “You said you didn’t know who you were without your faith.”
Lilah’s eyes widened and she took in a ragged breath. “And… and you brought me here?”
“Yeah, babe. I did. Organized for the pastor to show you ‘round, show you how to have a religion that ain’t gonna abuse you or make you do shit you don’t wanna do.”
Lilah’s eyes filled with tears and she shook her head. “I do not… I do not underst—”
“Lilah, baby, I fuckin’ love you—”
“I love you too,” she interrupted, but I held up my hand for her to quiet. A tear dropped down her cheek, and I wiped it away.
“I fuckin’ love you, but I know without all this,”—I pointed to the church behind me—“you don’t feel whole. Don’t have no sense of purpose. But most of all, you believe in God, baby, and that’s what it boils down to.”
Lilah’s hand ran along the edge of my cut, and I couldn’t meet her eyes. Like a damn *, I couldn’t meet her fucking eyes.
“Ky,” Lilah hushed out as the back of her hand ran down my cheek. I looked up to see a sad expression on her face. “What is wrong? Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s right that you have this. You’ve been told what to do your whole life. Never had something you loved, you owned, nothing.” I pointed at the church behind me and said, “You need this place, sweet cheeks.”
“But why are you sad?” she pushed again.
I stepped forward and pressed my forehead to hers.
“What you believe and how I live are poles apart, Li. The Hangmen don’t live a moral life. We live apart from folk, make our own rules, none of which chime with your faith. And I get that.” I blew out a sigh and said, “I just want you to be fuckin’ happy. I—”
The sound of a door opening behind me caught my attention, and ignoring Lilah’s gutting expression, I turned to see the pastor standing at the door, along with Mae and Maddie. Both were smiling wide at my woman. Mae urged Lilah to join them with a wave of her hand. Maddie looked calm, even happy.
Lilah hesitated and her blue eyes met mine. “Ky…” she said sadly, but I could see in her eyes she wanted to go.