The Biker's Kiss (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 1)

“No way. I want to go. We need some fun. I’m ready to get to know the club and thank the guys who helped you rescue me.”

Roane smiles and gives me a gentle kiss being careful not to hurt me. I’ve been a bit jumpy the past few days after what happened and the things that Sam said to me. I have no idea whether he was telling the truth or not. I keep telling myself he only said those things about his father to scare me. If I believe otherwise I will only spiral into a depression. I don’t want that. Some people might say it’s unhealthy to ignore it and try to forget what he said. Maybe it is but I only want to look to the future.

I have a bright one ahead of me.

“Good. Go get ready.” My sexy man gives my ass a squeeze.

We haven’t had sex since the attack. I know it’s only because he worries about me, but I want him. I’m hoping if I get him relaxed enough, he will stop treating me like I am going to shatter whenever he touches me. I appreciate him being delicate and sensitive to my needs I do. But I have other needs too and I miss him.

What can I say? I’m addicted to Roane.

I pull his face back to mine and claim his lips. When he moves back, I gaze deeply into his eyes, and I know that he’s my forever. A part of me has always known he was my one.

All it took for both of us was one kiss to seal our fate.

“I love you, Roane.”

“Love you too, baby doll.”

I go to the bedroom and lay out my clothes on the bed. My sweet nutty sister unpacked everything for me. She was feeling guilty because she was here when Sam grabbed me but neither of us had any way of knowing he would show up and do what he did. In the bathroom I get the shower ready and undress.

I’m not under the spray of water long before my man is stepping in behind me. “Holy shit, woman. What are you trying to do melt my balls off? Fuck that’s hot.”

“It’s not that hot.”

“The hell it isn’t. Satan himself would be sweating.”

“You don’t have to showier with me,” I point out, but I adjust the temperature a smidge.

“And miss out on seeing you all soaped up and naked. Not happening. I’ve missed you, Jules.”

“I’ve been right here. You’ve not left my side,” I remind him. He’s been hovering over me like a helicopter and I’ve loved every second of it.

“No, I’ve missed this.” His arm snakes around my waist, his hand dropping down to my pelvis.

“Oh.” I smile when his fingers tease at my clit.

“Yeah. Oh. Need you, baby doll.” I hope he gives me a big O.

“You’ve got me, Roane. Always and forever.”

“I want us to make it official.” His lips meet the back of my neck

“We just moved in together.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

He has a point. “Not a damn thing.” I turn into him, seeking his mouth out. “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

My man comes alive, pushing me up against the tiled wall of the shower. Roane comes at me hard and fast, tongue plunging deep in my mouth, greedy and sexy. My man makes love to my mouth with his kiss. A kiss that promises me one thing—forever.

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Three months later