“I kept it in my purse, not knowing when I would be able to give it to you.”
Train felt her take his hand that had been pressed to her cheek, placing something in his palm. Then, leaning back against his chest, she relaxed.
“You can open your eyes.”
Train stared at the black braided wristband. He smoothed his fingers over it, feeling the stiff leather that was also supple and soft. Braided into the wristband was a silver disc. His eyes narrowed, reading the Apache words she had engraved.
He huskily repeated the words his grandfather had taught him. “I love you.”
Killyama raised the hand holding the wristband, pretending to squint down at it. “Is that what it says? Damn, I thought it said something else.”
Train played along with her. “What was it supposed to say?”
“Mine.”
“Put it on for me?” Train held out his wrist so she could tie it on his left wrist.
“You don’t want to put it on you right hand?” she asked as she secured it.
“The left one is closer to my heart.”
When she finished, he used the same hand to turn her in his arms. Leaning back against the headboard, he lifted her up until she was sitting on his lap, her knees on each side of his hips.
He knew how hard it had been for her to give him the wristband and the words she still wasn’t able to say out loud. Subtly, he wanted to give her the control she still felt she needed. Killyama’s father had all the control in his relationship with Peyton and his daughter. She had to learn Train’s love wasn’t based on control, but love and trust. Until she believed that, he would never see his ring on her finger, or a child they made in her arms.
He slipped a hand to the back of her neck to lower her mouth to his, whispering the words written on his wrist. “I love you.”
She licked his bottom lip, her hands pressed down on his chest until he scooted down to lie flat on the bed.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
She lifted her mouth from his. “I’m hoping I’ll be too tired to move from this bed. Why?”
“The club is having a birthday party for Rider.”
“Then I guess I’ll be here. He promised me the presents he didn’t want.”
“You’re still going to hold him to that?”
“I may have stolen his keys, but I filled the orders before I did, so I did the job. I should get paid for my services.” She ran a hand over his tattoo.
“I don’t think he’s going to look at it the same way.”
“That’s what I have my big, strong lover for.” She pressed kisses along his breastbone, sensually rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Train cupped her ass cheeks as she bent over him. “You want me to convince Rider to honor the agreement you two made?” He smiled smugly when he reached for a condom, but she pulled his hand back.
“I have it covered.” She twisted her T-shirt up to her belly as she sank down on his thickening cock.
He watched the euphoric expression on her face. He didn’t need words from her when her expression spoke more than words ever could. Her hazel eyes even turned green with the emotions she was feeling.
He wanted to roll her over and pound his dick inside of her. Instead, he parted the lips of her pussy so every stroke of his dick rubbed against her clit.
“Lover, you get better every time I fuck you.”
“I aim to please.” He grinned suggestively up at her.
Her knees dug into his sides. “Yes, you do,” she groaned.
“I have something I bought for you. Reach into my nightstand. There’s a small box.” Train gritted his teeth, trying not to come.
When Killyama pulled out the box, she set it down on his chest before removing the lid. After staring at it for a moment, she pulled out the fine silver chain, letting it run through her fingers.
“Let me take the shirt off,” Train said, and she set the chain down so she could raise her arms up into the air.
Pulling off the shirt, he then picked up the chain, circling it around her waist before fastening it so it rested against her skin. Part of the chain dangled down with an emerald at the end.
“The emerald reminds me of your eyes.”
“Dude, you sure you bought this for me? My eyes aren’t green.”
“They always turn green when I fuck you. It’s how I can tell you want me.”
“I’ll have to remember that.” She wiggled on his cock as she set the box on the nightstand.
Train arched under her to get her to do it again.
“Lover, I’m getting the message you want me to get moving.”
He brought his hands to her hips, slamming her down on him and seeing the emerald flashing at him. “I was waiting to buy the letters that I will click on to the chain to spell out my name.”