“So teach me how to use a gun. Teach me how to defend myself. Make me as fucking indestructible as you, King, but don’t you ever dare take away my ability or right to defend my man’s life. I won’t stand for it. I’m your woman, and I have your back just as much as you have mine.”
His nostrils flared as his fingers dug into my neck. “Fucking hell,” he rasped before his mouth crashed down on mine and he kissed me so savagely it hurt. But I wanted that pain. I needed it. And I gave it back to him just as savagely, and when we finally came apart, we were both breathless with desire.
We tore at each other’s clothes until we were both naked. His hands then came to my body with the same brutal energy his mouth had, and he wrestled me to the ground. When he had me pinned under him, his hands holding mine down, he thrust his dick inside me harder than he ever had and growled, “I cannot fucking lose you.”
He pulled out and slammed back in.
I put my legs around him while trying to struggle out of the hold he had on my hands. He kept pounding into me as I demanded, “Let me go. I need my hands on you.”
He didn’t let me go.
He bent his face to mine and bit my bottom lip before kissing me.
He then bossed, “Stop fucking arguing with me.”
“Stop fucking bossing me.”
“Jesus fuck,” he said, steam practically billowing from him. He thrust in hard again. “You’re gonna spend the rest of your life fucking challenging me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, because you’re gonna spend the rest of your life not listening to me.”
He tightened his hold on my hands even though his hold was already hard as hell. On another thrust, he ordered, “Tell me you won’t put yourself in danger.”
“Let me go first.”
“Fuck, Lily, fucking tell me and then I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, I’m not gonna put myself in danger, but that’s because you’re gonna show me how to use your gun.”
He stopped all movement and stared down at me. Shaking his head as he let my hands go, he said, “I fucking love you, woman, but you are gonna cause me no fucking end of headaches.”
I stilled, all previous thoughts whooshing out of my mind. Gripping his biceps, I said, “You cannot tell me you fucking love me while shaking your head at me, King. If you really mean it, you need to tell me while not shaking your head.”
He continued staring down at me, silently now. And then he angled his face so he could kiss me. This time it wasn’t as savage or as urgent. This time it felt like he had all the time in the world to devote to my mouth. I lost myself in this kiss. I never wanted it to end. When King took it upon himself to give a girl a kiss she would never forget, he outdid himself. And when he did finally let my lips go, I felt every ounce of his hesitation to do so. “I fucking love you, and I’ll show you how to use my gun, but I will do everything in my fucking power to ensure you never need to use it like you did today.”
All my fight disappeared as I smiled up at him. “I love you, too, baby,” I said softly.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he thrust in again. “You fucking kill me.”
He then spent the next two hours fucking me before wrapping me in his arms in bed and holding me close. We didn’t speak for a long time until I finally said, “I’ve listened to everything you’ve had to say about me not trying to protect you, and you need to know something. Your job is to worry and protect. My job is to nurture. And sometimes, part of nurturing is protecting. Just so you know.”
His lips twitched ever so slightly and then he kissed me before saying, “Are you good if I get back to the clubhouse and take care of some shit?” He watched me intently for my answer, almost like he wasn’t convinced leaving me was a good idea.
I nodded. “I’m made of some tough stuff, dude. Today was hard and it sucked and I’m not keen to ever have another day like it, but I’m okay. My kids and sister are going to be home soon, and I’m gonna spend the afternoon hugging them tightly and loving on them. And then you’re gonna come over tonight and love on me. So yeah, I’m good.”
He lifted a brow. “Dude?”
I grinned. “Yeah. Dude.”
He kissed me one last time before leaving the bed and dressing.
After he’d left, I thought about what I’d said to him. I did feel like I was made of tough stuff, but I was shaken by the events of the day. I wouldn’t make a huge song and dance about that, though. King had enough on his plate, and if I believed one thing, it was that while I would share my life with him, I would do what I could not to add to his worries. Life was never easy, but every hardship built a little more strength and a little more character. And I had the grit to weather any storm so long as I had him by my side. He could do the worrying. I would do the nurturing. And together we could protect and look out for each other.
29
King
“You want a beer, King?” Kree asked late Friday afternoon as the boys started rolling in after taking care of business for the day.