Page 54 of Hell on Wheels
My lips pressed to hers as I cupped her neck, drawing her close as I deepened the kiss. When we separated, her cheeks were flushed.
“What kind of question is that?” She popped out a hip, placing her hand at her waist as she gave me a once over. “I need that dick. It’s become an obsession.”
I couldn’t help the stupid grin that followed.
“You okay with that?”
Hell yeah. “As long as you’re spread and ready when I get back.”
She snorted, flicking out her tongue as she traced my upper lip. “Guess you’ll have to hurry back to me if you want to find out.” The wicked girl winked and then sashayed toward the Crossroads, tempting me with that fine ass. I couldn’t wait to get back and smack it, maybe taking her from behind as I drove into her hard and fast. The bestial side of me loved to fuck her that way.
“You’re in for it, baby,” I yelled, grinning as she stopped, glancing over her shoulder.
“I hope so,” she replied with a flick of her hair.
Fuck. I had it bad for this sweet little bird. Not that she didn’t know it.
“Hey,” I called out, my voice dropping low as I caught the smile she tried to hide. Sure was taking me forever to leave the clubhouse and join my new brothers, including Patriot. I just couldn’t seem to say goodbye. Lark snared my heart. She brought me into a safe, comfortable place I hadn’t felt in far too long. I didn’t want it to end, not now, not ever.
“Yeah, baby?”
A shiver ghosted down my spine. I loved the way her voice softened when she called me that. It made me think of how she sounded after sex when her tone became husky, and she was fully satisfied. “Stay sharp.”
“I will,” she promised.
“And darlin’?”
“Yes?”
“Hold onto my heart, too.” I didn’t know why I said that. It was silly. Emotional. Far too exposed, but at the moment, it felt right.
“You got it,” she whispered before she palmed her chest, tapping over her heart.
“Gonna be a wild new ride for us. Hope you’re ready.”
“As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect.”
Perfect. A word I never used much until I met my broken dove.
“That hit me right here.” I pointed to my heart. “You feel me?”
“Yeah,” she answered softly. “Your brand of sweet is my favorite.”
“Damn straight.”
Grim smirked as I fired up my bike, joining Patriot, Rael, Wraith, and Exorcist. “You ready, honey?”
I flipped him off.
Chuckles erupted around us as the rumble of Harley engines overpowered any further conversation. We left the Crossroads, heading toward Las Vegas. In three hours, I would know if Angel Mackenzie told the truth. I sure hoped he did because if I had to ride home and tell my woman I didn’t find her sister, he was a dead man.