She kissed him again. This time a little longer. With a little more fire. His heart turned over, and he was happy he didn’t have anything to do with Brandon’s death either. He wouldn’t have minded slicing that asshole into pieces, but he had to admit, it was nice to be able to be with his woman with hands clear of blood.
Savage wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck. “Player told me Hannah makes up special baskets, like the ones she did for you when you were so ill from the painkillers, but for other things. I’ll put in a call and see if she can put together a few things for Eden that maybe will help ease her grief.”
She cupped the sides of his face. “I love you, Savin Pajari.”
“Enough to add another ring onto this finger?” He pulled her left hand to his chest, his fingers rubbing over the engagement ring there.
“You do like to take advantage.”
“Have to while you have that soft look in your eyes, babe. Gotta go. Glitch is gonna be lookin’ after you.”
“Do you think that’s really necessary? He gets so bored.”
He didn’t answer her, just put the tip of her ring finger in his mouth and bit down. She yelped and pulled her hand away. “You’re so oral. Go away. It’s time you rode your bike. I’ve been worried you’d forget how and you’d fall over or something equally lame and I’d have to pretend I didn’t know you.”
He yanked her completely out of the chair and smacked her hard on her already tender bottom. She was laughing too much to care. He was as well. He waited until she was in her ridiculous little car and out of the garage, heading down the drive toward Sea Haven, with Glitch following her, before he swung his leg over the Harley and got on the road, taking his time.
The day felt perfect to him. His woman had stuck with him through the worst of who he was. She had gone into it with her eyes wide open, no rose-colored glasses. She hadn’t exactly enjoyed it, and she’d ridden it out as long as she could in order to drain off that well of rage in him before calling him back. And she’d done it.
No one else had been there. He had considered asking Reaper to stay in the shadows just in case, but he’d given his word to her. He had to believe in the two of them the way she did. They were a partnership. She was strong. She said she could do it, and she would, no matter how much he manipulated her or her body. She’d been on fire, and he’d been … gone. Out of control. She’d called him back.
A new kind of euphoria settled over him. Different. He recognized love. It ran deeper than that red reservoir of rage. He would always be a sexual sadist. That wouldn’t go away, but she wasn’t making him apologize for it. The well inside him would fill with anger from the past and future, from his memories and those of his brothers and sisters, but he could handle it better now. There would be balance.
He parked his Harley among the long row of bikes in front of the Torpedo Ink clubhouse and stepped to the curb as he took out his phone. Seychelle wouldn’t have quite made it to the Floating Hat yet.
Forgot to tell you. Glitch can read lips. He’s going to sit in that shop facing you and let me know every single thing you say.
He smirked as he sent the most outrageous thing he could think of to her. Glitch would lose his mind if he told him he had to do that.
You wouldn’t dare. There has to be a law against that kind of invasion of privacy.
I already told you, I don’t believe in privacy between us. No locked doors or locked lips.
It was all he could do not to hold his stomach laughing. If he looked toward Sea Haven, he was certain he would see smoke coming out in two long, black columns.
There were a few moments of silence. He couldn’t help grinning as he walked into the clubhouse. His phone vibrated.
Well, then. I suppose it’s war and poor Glitch is caught in the middle. Sabelia has promised classes to some of us and he’s going to hear all about retaliatory … There were toad emojis and snails and all kinds of other little creatures. Next came a series of remote control emojis and on/off buttons and emojis of men.
Savage was pretty darn certain he knew what that threat meant. Between his laughter, he managed to send her bare butts and paddling emojis. Then he added text. You’re not supposed to be texting and driving.
I could be parked. You don’t know. Glitch got caught at the stoplight. So slow, that one. Lots of laughing emojis. He can’t possibly be telling you where I am.