Only she can calm me with her words.
Fuck.
I can’t believe my stupidity almost caused me to lose this woman.
When we get home, all I want to do is take Shay to my bedroom, but Sin has other ideas.
“We need to talk,” he says to me, then walks away. I can tell that something isn’t right just by the tone of his voice, and I’m instantly on alert. I walk Shay to our room and kiss her deeply. “I’ll be right back.”
“Is everything okay?” she asks, concern etched across her beautiful face.
“I don’t know, I’m going to find out,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Wait for me in bed.”
She rolls her eyes at my demand, but I know she’ll be waiting for me naked, wrapped in my sheets, when I return to our room.
“They know she’s alive,” Sin says as I walk into the room and take a seat.
“How?” I ask, gritting my teeth together. I put so much effort into that fuckin’ plan. How do they know it was a setup? I blew up Shay’s childhood house for nothing? That plan was meant to be fuckin’ foolproof, and I’m pissed it didn’t turn out that way.
Sin rubs the back of his neck. “Talon has a fuckin’ mole. He’s spoken to me about it. One of his members is working with the Kings, and now the Kings know everything. We need to handle this, Vinnie. Talon needs to sort his fuckin’ club out, because he’s dragging us down with him.”
Fuck.
So Talon was right: he does have a mole. Sin is right: he really does need to sort his shit out, because this is affecting everyone.
“What now?” I ask, my head spinning, trying to think of ideas to keep Shay safe.
“I don’t know,” Sin says, scrubbing his hand down his face. “No one says shit to Talon. We need to come up with a plan. And then we take down the Kings.”
I nod.
If they want a war, we’ll give them one.
One they have no chance in hell of winning.
* * *
I push inside her gently, looking into her eyes the whole time, loving her with everything I have. I kiss her already-swollen lips, my skin warm against hers, the feel of her so fuckin’ amazing. She moans into my mouth as I increase the pace, sliding deeper and a little harder. She’s so wet, and so tight, it’s like heaven being inside her, nothing else compares. She wraps her legs around my waist and lifts her hips in time with my thrusts. I don’t stop kissing her until she starts to come, and then I pull back to watch her face as she does so. I love watching her as she comes around my dick, the way her eyes glaze over, the panting noises she makes have my dick so hard it’s about to explode, and it does, just a few thrusts later.
“Fuck, Shay,” I grit out as I finish inside of her. I roll over, still inside her, so she’s now on top, lying on my chest.
“That was amazing,” she says, kissing my chest. “I missed you, Vinnie.”
“I missed you too.” Even though it was only for two days, it felt wrong having things messed up between us. I don’t want to fight with her like that ever again, to be in a place where I don’t know if I’ve lost her or not—it was hell.
“You have this freckle, just here,” she says, touching my collarbone. “Every time I see it, I just want to kiss it or lick it.”
She touches it with her tongue.
“That’s what you pay attention to? A freckle?”
Women are weird.
“Well it’s not like I don’t notice your big cock,” she says, lifting her head and smirking. “Just that this freckle catches my eye, and I always want to kiss it.”
“Kiss away, babe,” I say, kissing her lips. She kisses me back hungrily, and I can feel myself hardening again. I don’t think I’ve ever got hard so fast with any other woman, it’s only Shay who does this to me. She moves to kiss down my neck, as I let my hands wander down her back and over her ass. I squeeze each globe in my hands, then slap them. Now fully hard again, Shay sits up and slowly begins to ride me. I watch her breasts bounce as she lifts up and down, taking me all the way inside her before rising up. I hope we make up like this after every fight, although hopefully the fights won’t be as bad as this one was.
I cup her face, look her in the eyes, and tell her that I love her. My hand moves farther down to her throat, and then down to play with her breasts, pinching her nipples just how I know she likes it. She mutters a curse under her breath, then starts to ride me faster, more urgently. When I feel myself on the verge of coming again, I lick my thumb, then reach down to play with her clit. Her body jerks, and I can tell she’s almost there, she just needs a little push to take her over the edge. I rub her clit, adding more pressure, and when I feel her come, I join her a second later, gripping her thighs and making noises I’d rather never hear again. She practically collapses against my body, as I cup the back of her head, my other hand on her back. Will we have to stop having sex soon because of the baby? I need to do some research, maybe ask Faye for one of the baby books I’ve seen her reading. I need to know what to expect; I can’t go into this blind—I want to help Shay, not be added stress for her. When I hear Shay’s soft snore, I realize she’s fallen asleep on top of me. The poor thing must be exhausted, it must take a lot out of her to create life within her. Understatement of the year. I make a mental note to not let her do anything except eat and rest, and yes, make love if she wants to. Running my hand down her back, I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes, just allowing myself to be thankful for what I have in my arms. I never thought I’d have this, I didn’t really think that I deserved it.