Hammer (Regulators MC 2)

The idea should seem ridiculous, but knowing Ricca, possibly Wellington, and who knows who else are after my woman to take away her God-given right to breathe is my bitch slap from reality. I just got her where I want her—in my bed and on the back of my bike. There is no way in hell I’m willing to lose her now.

Desirae’s brows furrow, and I realize I have been silent too long.

She sighs. “Look, if you want me to ask just so you can tell me all official like that it’s none of my business, I will. But really, I thought you might appreciate the fact that I’ve already been well-trained by the Hellions.”

Well-trained? I don’t like the way that sounds. I know there are plenty of fuckers up there who would be more than happy to get Des naked.

“Woman, just what the fuck does well-trained mean?”

Her eyes go wide at my tone. “It means just what I said before. I know not to ask questions about stuff you can’t tell me. It means that, if you got a phone call right now then hung up and tell me you have to go, I know better than to ask you where and to just give you a kiss and tell you to be safe. It means I know your brothers and your club come before anything and anyone, including me.”

Some wild, instinctive part of me suddenly wants to grab her face in both of my hands and tell her that’s not true, that the club will never come before her, which seems beyond crazy. I have only had her in my life for a little over a month and in my bed for a night. My emotions are at war with my logic, and neither side is winning at the moment, but neither side is willing to back down from the fight. Regardless, I can’t give her those words yet. That would be the equivalent of putting my mark on her skin, a property patch on her back, and a ring on her finger.

Part of me really wants to take that leap, which is why I know that, even if I can’t give her the words now, if things keep going like this between us, it won’t be long before I do give them to her. And I will be damned if anyone, including Ricca, is going to take that or her away from me.

Before I know it, my hands are cradling her face exactly like I imagined. My thumbs stroke the soft, warm skin of her cheeks as my fingers tighten just enough to silently say what I can’t speak out loud.

I don’t wanna let you go. Maybe ever.

Her gorgeous eyes search my own as a heat builds behind them. It’s the same sort of heat I saw and felt when I was making love to her last night.

Damn, it is crazy how something I never thought I would need could be unexpectedly dropped into my lap. Even if it was a crippled lap being wheeled around in a stupid chair, she seems to fit so nicely there, like she’s proving to fit everywhere else in my life. Perfectly.

I let my internal civil war rage on and give in to the only thing I can give her right now: my body.

I crash my lips down on hers in a hard, hungry kiss that doesn’t feel adequate enough to convey just how much she is coming to mean to me. So I kiss her deeper, searching, looking for some way to show her what I can’t make myself say.

Our tongues tangle, and with it, I feel part of something deep inside me let loose to tangle up in everything that is her. I’m not worried about getting that piece back, either. I want her to have it, some part of me she can carry with her everywhere she goes. Getting lost in this woman is a nirvana I don’t want to come out of anytime soon.

A bit of my sanity returns, though, when I hear a plate crash to the floor. Pulling away, I see that it was her plate of food, but at least the dish didn’t break.

Looking back at her feverishly shining eyes, flushed face, and swollen lips, I would love nothing more than to give her everything her body is silently begging for. However, I want my woman full of more than just my cock. I want to take care of her in one of the most basic ways a man can. I want to feed her, know that the food meant to nourish my body is nourishing hers, instead, keeping her strong and healthy.

I slide my plate of food over to her. “Eat up, babe. I’ll clean up the mess then take a quick shower while you finish.”