Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)
“You thinking about shit, sugar?”
I wiggled my ass at him. “So what if I am?”
He gripped my hips and pulled me back closer to him. His zip sounded, and he slid his cock along my pussy. “I need your mind on my dick, so stop fucking thinking about anything other than that.”
“You have no idea—”
His dick slammed into me, cutting me off. My mind exploded with light as need raced through my veins.
Oh God, yes!
Fuck, this was what sex was about. And the fact he was bare only made it better.
Hyde was a fucking master at it, and I would willingly let him take charge of me in this way any time he wanted.
He wiped every single thought from my mind as he held my hips and pounded into me. I gripped the sheets and took every thrust. We were untamed and savage, desperate for each other.
There was a brutal beauty to the way he fucked me. He took what he wanted with ferocious demand, yet he gave me so much in return. More than anything, he showed me how much he wanted me.
He roared out his release when he came. I wasn’t far behind, and as I orgasmed, I collapsed onto my elbows. When he was done, Hyde let my hips go and rubbed his hands over my ass. “You’re fucking beautiful, Roe.”
The angry intensity was gone from his voice, and in its place was something a little softer. Not that soft was a word to ever be used when describing Hyde, but I felt it from him. I loved that he gave that side of himself to me, even if for only a rare moment here and there.
I pushed myself back up onto my hands and turned to face him. Kneeling, I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You make me feel beautiful.”
And there was that intensity back in his gaze. “Good. I never want to make you feel anything but that.”
I watched him quietly for a beat. “I can love you if you’ll let me, Hyde.”
He stilled. “You sure about that?”
My heart beat faster. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
His lips bruised mine when he stole another kiss from me. “Give me everything, and I’ll give it right back to you.”
It was in these moments, when he allowed himself to be vulnerable like this, that I caught a glimpse of the man I was falling in love with. I knew he’d battle me every step of the way, knew he’d be difficult and argue with me at all turns, but I believed it would be a battle worth fighting. I believed Hyde was worth loving.
Chapter 32
Hyde
I stared at the glass of whisky I’d just had Kree pour. My hands shook as I contemplated drinking it, and my head pounded with a headache far worse than any I’d had in a long time.
“You want water instead?”
I glanced up to find Kree watching me with a knowing look. “No, I fucking want this.”
She dropped her voice, but the bar was fairly empty at this time of the morning, so no one would have heard her anyway. “How many days has it been?”
“One.” But it felt like a hundred.
“You can do this, Hyde.”
How the fuck did she know what I could do? I didn’t even fucking know what I could do. At this point, I was ready to throw every last drop of whisky I could find down my throat.
Yesterday had been the kind of day I never wanted to relive ever again. After I’d made sure Charlie was okay and that Tenille would stay with her, I’d had to get back to help King. The number plate on the car that dumped Marx outside the clubhouse came from a stolen car, so that had been a dead end. After receiving that news, King decided we’d visit the last two Italians on our list. The night had descended into bloodthirsty mayhem while I carried out King’s orders. Turned out neither of them was the man we were looking for. All it had done was leave a bloody trail that would possibly have the feds crawling all over us. I’d then gone home to a roaring argument with Tenille who still refused to tell me where she’d been when Charlie fell. The way she fought me told me it was nowhere good. All of that without a fucking ounce of whisky in me.
The saving grace had been when I’d ended my shitty day at Monroe’s house. It had been an explosive battle with her to begin with, but she stood up to me and gave me everything I wanted in a woman.