She took my hand in hers, leading me upstairs to the bedroom.
Once we were in her room, I watched as she quickly removed her nightgown and panties, then lay across the bed. I let my eyes drift down her body, and her delicious curves called to me as I made fast work of my clothes. I wasn’t even thinking when I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Her eyes immediately locked on my wound, and she shot up on the bed and gasped. “Oh my God!”
“It’s nothing, babe. I’m fine.”
“That’s not nothing, Thatch.” I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head when she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it back over her head. She stepped to me and ran her fingers gently over the stitches. “What in the world happened to you?”
“It’s a gunshot wound.” In hopes of not making matters any worse, I kept my tone calm and steady. “It’s not the first one I’ve had, and it probably won’t be the last.”
“Who shot you?”
“Can’t get into that.”
“Are you being serious right now? You’re not going to tell me what happened?”
“Afraid not.” I placed my hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw as I explained, “There are things that go on in my life that I’ll never be able to share with you, Bec. It’s not because I don’t want to or that I don’t think I can trust you, because I do. I just can’t take the risk.”
“So, this has to do with the club.”
“It does.”
I’d already discussed with her about how things worked with the MC and club business, so she’d heard this all before, but now she saw firsthand just how dangerous club life could be. “I don’t know what to think about this.”
“I get that it’s a lot to take in, but you need to hear me when I say this ... As much as I care for my boys and my club, I care just as much, if not more, about you and Cat. I would never let anything happen to either of you. I’d die before I’d let that happen. You have my word on that.”
Rebecca didn’t immediately respond but stood there considering what I’d said. As one minute rolled into the next, I started to worry that this whole thing might be a deal-breaker for her. I couldn’t exactly blame her if she decided to walk away.
She had a daughter.
A haunting past.
A full life ahead of her.
She had every right to turn me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she stepped over to me, placed her lips against my wound, and kissed me softly. “I know your club means a lot to you, but I’m going to need you not to get shot again. Okay?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Are you okay?” she asked with concern. “Does it hurt?”
“I’m fine, babe.” I looked down at her nightgown and ordered, “Now, get naked, so I can fuck you senseless and show you just how fine I am.”
A wicked smile crossed her face as she slipped the nightgown over her head and tossed it across the room. I made quick work of kicking off my jeans and boxers.
She watched with lust-filled eyes as I lay down onto the bed next to her and began tracing the slope of her breast with my fingertips as goosebumps rose on her flesh. Damn, I loved the feel of her skin against mine.
She was truly perfect, like she was made for me. And she was mine—all mine.
My mouth moved to her neck, and I began kissing and nipping gently at her soft skin. A slight whimper vibrated through her chest as I traveled to her collarbone and then her breast. I rolled my tongue around her nipple and watched with satisfaction when she arched her back off the bed, silently pleading for more.
I glided my tongue along her stomach ever so slowly, trailing kisses here and there as I settled myself between her thighs. I slid my hands under her ass, then tugged her towards me as I lowered my head between her legs. Running my tongue ever so slightly across her center, I teased her as she squirmed beneath me.
Damn, everything about Rebecca had me burning for more.
She gasped, and her back arched off the bed as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her. I loved seeing her come apart, knowing I was in complete control as I watched her body respond to my touch. I wanted to hear all of her little gasps and whimpers again and again as I pushed her to the edge of her release.
“Th-Thatch,” she stammered as her fingers dove into my hair, guiding me as her knees opened wider. With the sounds of her moans echoing through the room, I placed my hands on her thighs, holding her in place as I continued to lick and suck while easing my fingers deep inside her, searching for the spot that would drive her wild.