day was like a teeter-totter. Her trust went up and down daily, sometimes multiple times a day.
A low rumble filtered through the open window. She hurried to the sink, looking outside while she washed her hands.
She was around bikers and motorcycles every day, but she knew who was coming before Dutch rode into sight.
Lightheaded and weakened, she held on to the counter. He'd returned to her.
That small inkling of doubt she subconsciously held on to disappeared. Dutch hadn't left her.
Dutch turned around in the yard and backed the bike up against the front of the house by the door. She walked slowly, trying to calm her racing heart.
Opening the door, she stepped outside. Dutch lifted his head and got off his Harley. Road-weary and windblown, he never looked better.
He wore his hair longer now than before prison and had kept his beard untrimmed. Her stomach fluttered. She liked the hardness, knowing the man underneath was a gentle bear who had consoled her from the time she was ten years old.
He grabbed his duffle off the back of his seat and walked toward her. His gaze traveled up her body before his head dipped, and he locked in on her feet.
She hadn't taken time to put on any shoes.
He stopped before he reached her. "You're wearing my bracelet on your ankle."
She circled her fingers around her wrist. "It still doesn't fit me."
"I like it where it's at." His gaze softened. "You're a pretty sight after a long ride, Marla Marie."
"Do you want to come in?"
"If I do, I'm staying."
She swallowed hard. "Forever?"
"I always told you I wasn't leaving."
He'd made good on his promises. He'd returned to her, and she was willing to start over. This time with them both being adults.
She stepped back, pushing the door open. He walked toward her, slipped inside, and dropped his bag.
She had a simple casserole cooking in the oven in hopes of him arriving. Dinner together would give them a chance to sit down and talk. She could tell him what she was thinking and apologize for how she'd treated him since he came to Moses Lake.
Instead, she walked to him and put her arms around his waist, and breathed life back in her body.
He tilted her head and leaned down, kissing her deeply.
Flush against him, the open road, clinging to his clothes, his hair, his beard, filled her nostrils, intoxicating her.
"Missed this." His hand slid to her ass, palming her.
She inhaled a ragged breath. Her whole body quivered with him touching her.
"You're really staying?" She wasn't thinking straight.
He'd already told her. She needed to believe in him.
"Until I have to go back on the road, but I will always return to you." His head tilted.
She pushed up on her toes. God, she missed him.
He took her mouth, pressing his knee between her thighs. She clamped down on him.
A groan tumbled from his lips. She pushed her breasts against him, rubbing and craving the friction.
Dutch picked her up by the ass, setting her on his thigh while trailing kisses from her mouth to her neck, drawing circles with his tongue against her skin. Her pulse pounded, centering between her legs.
She held on to his shoulders, digging her nails into his leather vest. He could take her from kiss to orgasm so quickly.
Her head went back, giving him more access to her neck. She rode his thigh, feeling the heat coming off him.
He pulled his mouth off her, squeezing her ass, moving her back and forth against his leg. "Your pussy is wet for me."
"Because I want you." She brushed back his hair. "I'm tired of touching myself while thinking about you. I want you. All of you."
He carried her to the bedroom. Her pussy spasmed at the loss of pressure from his body. She worked on getting her shorts and panties off as soon as her feet touched the ground. Once she was free, she pulled her tank over her head, having gone braless.
Then, she helped him with his belt, sneaking chances to rub the front of his jeans. His cock bulged the material clear down to his thigh.
He chuckled. "Are you playing or working on getting my jeans off me?"
"Both." She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, going back to his buckle.
He pushed her hands away and deftly undid the front of his Levi's, shoving them down to the top of his thighs. "Let me have you, and then you can play with me anytime you want."
A shiver went down her spine. To