in his bed and kissed every inch of my skin, it felt like, but no matter how much I begged, he wouldn’t fuck me. And then, on Friday, we rode together back into Elkin Lake for another check-in with all the enforcers about how the search was going. There wasn’t any progress, but Raven had eyes on the cameras, and the patrols were nearly constant. It was only a matter of time.
It was hard for me to be scared, though, when all I could think about was Dante, Dante, Dante.
Now, on Saturday, we’d just finished up another chaotic baking lesson at the Hell’s Ankhor clubhouse. This time it was a fancified version of the carbonated scones I’d made for Dante what felt like a lifetime ago—he was testing them to potentially add them to Stella’s menu. After the club members had filtered out, and we’d cleaned the bulk of the kitchen, Dante grabbed me by the hips and tugged me close.
He had a smear of flour on his cheek. I reached out to wipe it away, and Dante’s gaze softened. He turned his head and pressed his lips against my palm. “You busy tonight?”
He asked it casually, but there was a heated hint of a promise behind it. If I’d had plans, I would’ve cleared them.
“No,” I said. “Not much on my schedule tomorrow morning, either, just a short shift at Custom, but that’s it.”
Dante ducked his head so his mouth was right against the shell of my ear. “Come to my place with me again tonight.”
A little flicker of heat ran down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid both hands into his back pockets, then tipped my head up to meet his eyes. “What for?”
Dante raised his eyebrows. “You need a reason?”
“Maybe I just like hearing you say it,” I teased.
Dante lowered his voice again, and spoke right into my ear, sweet and private. “You’ve been so patient,” he murmured. His hand slid across my hip, lower back, and then across my ass. “I want to give you what you’ve been asking for.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You mean—”
“Yes,” Dante said. He kissed me, a soft but lingering kiss. “Tonight.”
I hid my pleased grin in his chest. We’d done a lot in the weeks we’d been together—I’d spent many nights in his bed, and he’d touched me all over, driven me crazy with his mouth and his voice and his hands.
But he hadn’t fucked me yet. I knew it was because he didn’t want to rush me, or push me past my limits, but I was more than ready. I wanted to feel him inside me—his hands, his cock, whatever he would give me.
And now I was finally going to get it.
Dante rode back to Junee to take care of some club business, and the rest of my day dragged as time slowed to a crawl. By the time eight o’clock rolled around, I was out the door like a shot, with an eagerness that made Raven cackle as he followed me out to make the ride with me.
Even the ride to Junee was unusually distracting. The vibration of the saddle under me was thrilling, making me shift around, unable to sink into the meditative state I usually could when I was riding. All I could think of was Dante—his sharp eyes, his warm smile, the deep promise in his voice when he’d whispered into my ear.
Raven, who’d escorted me as my protective detail, waggled his eyebrows at me as we pulled up to the clubhouse. “Don’t have too much fun,” he said with a smirk.
I blushed and waved him off. “Don’t wait up,” I advised him, and Raven was still laughing as he rode away. I hurried up to the door of the Liberty Crew clubhouse and knocked immediately, the opposite of cool and collected.
But Dante answered right away like he’d been waiting on the other side of the door, wearing loose, worn sweatpants and one of those tight white t-shirts that drove me crazy. I couldn’t resist—I surged forward and looped my arms around his neck, drawing him down for a deep, messy kiss.
Dante smiled into the kiss, and then wrapped his hand around my nape and tugged me off him. “Eager, huh?”
“Want you,” I said, tipping my head back to lean against his hand. His grip on my nape always left me boneless. I loved this—loved being so easily manhandled by someone that I could trust to keep me safe