He knew it was fucking stupid to be jealous, but he couldn’t stop feeling that way, no matter how much he’d drank or smoked.
She belonged in his bed, on his bike and wearing his cut.
He just didn’t know how to make that all happen. But if he could make it happen, he would. As long as she wanted that, too.
The way she was rubbing his dick as if she was doing her fucking best to make a genie appear from a lamp, he was pretty damn sure she’d want what he did.
Or he sure as fuck hoped she did.
Whether she wanted a future or a “just for now,” he was willing to give the “just for now” until they were ready for that future.
He cupped her face, tucked her hair behind her right ear and brushed his lips over her scar. Her last man caused the damage and he wanted to be the man to help heal it.
And that was what was bugging the shit out of him right now. Seeing her on the back of another man’s sled had made him realize that had to never happen again.
Not fucking ever.
Selfish? Fuck yes. This kind of selfish he wouldn’t feel guilty about.
“Now that you’re done talkin’, time for me to have my say. Only sayin’ this once, so listen up… Fuckin’ hated every damn second of that ride today. Hated seein’ you pressed against Dodge like that. Never hated any of my brothers before today. Wanted to break every one of his fuckin’ fingers every time he helped you on and off his sled. Wanted to punch him in the fuckin’ face every time he smiled at you. Wanted to smash his sled to smithereens so you’d have to ride with me.”
“Rev,” came out on a breath and she shivered against him.
“You forgot somethin’ important today…”
Her throat rolled as if she wanted to ask, “What?” but it couldn’t escape.
He put his mouth to her ear and said it slowly enough she was sure to hear it clearly and not misunderstand the claim. “You… belong… to… me.”
A ragged sigh escaped her parted lips.
“You ever ride on the back of anyone’s sled but mine again…” He let that warning hang between them.
Again, her throat rolled, and her fingers twisted in his shirt at his gut. The hand she’d been stroking him with also stilled. “Give me time.”
“For what?”
“To work on my sister.”
Time? Bullshit. They’d wasted too much time already. “Realized it today, Reilly. Ain’t a patient man when it comes to you. Got a taste of you and now I want nothing and no one else.”
He hoped she felt the fucking same, though she hadn’t said it yet. That was also bugging the shit out of him.
Her breath shuddered. “It’s risky right now.”
“A risk I’m willin’ to take.”
She shook her head. “No, I won’t be the reason you lose everything. I promise to work on it. We just need to be careful until I succeed. In the meantime…”
“In the meantime…” he repeated, low and gruff. He was ready to act on the second part of his plan. The part where he didn’t remind her with words who she belonged to, but showed her, instead. “Feel how fuckin’ hard I am for you?”
“Is that you, or did you stuff a steel pipe down your pants?”
He thrust upward against her hot little palm. “It’s all me, babe. It’s all ‘cause of you.”
“I must have magical powers,” she teased.
She sure as fuck did since she managed to cast a fucking spell on him. A spell he couldn’t seem to break free from.
Not that he was fighting to get free from it, either.
Earlier tonight, the thought of touching a woman other than Reilly didn’t have any kind of appeal like it used to.
Yeah, she belonged to him, but he now belonged to her, too.
Lock, stock and fucking barrel.
Maybe he could go to the exec committee and claim her at the table. Then deal with the fall-out afterward.
Yeah, maybe he’d do that. Fuck her trying to convince her sister. Reese was stubborn as fuck and that might be a long, drawn-out fight.
Luckily, he could be just as fucking stubborn as Deke’s ol’ lady. If he approached the committee, he’d show them he wouldn’t back down no matter what Reese said. No matter what anyone else fucking said.
He would claim his woman and that would be that.
But until then… Yeah, they had to be careful. He needed to go to the exec committee with guns blazing, not go in there on a whimper after being beaten like a piñata.
Remembering Cage’s brutal blanket party made him wish he had a blanket right now so he could take Reilly right there on the ground. He didn’t, so they’d have to make due. Her cage was just a few feet away.
He’d always fantasized about bending her over a vehicle in the garage and fucking her until her screams echoed through the building. He couldn’t allow her to scream tonight because of where they were, but he could still bend her over her cage and let that fantasy play out.