cheek.
I shook my head, unable to stop myself from bursting into tears.
“Baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me gently. “Talk to me.”
Weaving my hands into his hair, I licked my lips and took a steadying breath. “I just missed you so much and the thought of losing you makes me sick to my stomach.”
He smiled gently. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
I nodded. “I know. But you have to promise me that I get to die before you, because the last four weeks and six days have been nothing short of hell on earth for me.”
He kissed me again. “For me too, honey. How about we just plan to go together?”
“Titanic style?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”
I smiled through watery eyes and kissed him again, rolling him back over so I could finish my ride.
* * *
Four hours later, we walked into the cabin after I’d been reluctantly pulled from our bed and carried into the shower. Granted, Aero made sure our shower experience was one to remember, but I still just wanted to crawl back into bed instead of going to the club and sharing him with everyone.
“Two hours,” I whispered as we arrived in the great room.
Aero grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “We’ll see.”
“Aero!” Rocky bellowed, holding a beer in the air. “The prodigal son returns!”
As Aero was folded into the group, my dad walked up to me with a huge grin. “Hey, baby girl.”
“Hey.”
He hugged me, kissing my temple. “I appreciate you letting him out of your sight for a few.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just keep this reunion short, okay? I’ve got plans for him.”
Dad laughed. “We’ll see.”
I wrinkled my nose and Dad walked away just as Raquel made her way to me, a giant glass of wine in her hand. “Thought you might need a little something.”
“I love you,” I said, and she chuckled.
“Is he home for good?”
I nodded. “Yeah. His mom’s doing really well, and he’s got people looking out for her, so he doubts he’ll need to rush back anytime soon.”
“That’s really good.”
“Yeah.”
“Why do you seem so blue?”
“I don’t know. I just missed him, I think. I wanted to spend two days in bed, just us, but now I have to share him and I’m feeling a little grumpy about it.”
Raquel smiled. “I get it, babe. This life certainly isn’t for everyone.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
“It’s too bad you wore jeans,” she murmured.
“Why?”
“Because anytime I want something of an immediate nature, I throw on a skirt, sans panties and tell Ori. Works every time.”
I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Razzle!” Orion called from the fray.
“Talk soon,” Raquel said, and walked away.
After three attempts to push through the crowd and get my man’s attention, I decided a different approach was needed. Taking Raquel’s words to heart, I stomped upstairs and into my room, hoping to god I’d left a skirt here somewhere.
I found a denim miniskirt in the back of the closet, yanking it from the hanger and stripping off my jeans. After donning the skirt, I grabbed a pair of flipflops and headed back downstairs.
Aero was still surrounded by bikers, but this time, I shoved my way through them, using my elbow when needed. Aero was lifting a shot glass of tequila to his lips when he caught sight of me and smiled, taking the drink, then holding his hand out to me. “Where ya been?”
“Trying to get your attention,” I complained.
“Did you change?”
“Yep.”
“You look cute.”
“Thanks.”
“You looked cute before as well.”
“Yeah, but this is a little more… accessible.”
He drew his eyebrows together.
I stood on my tiptoes, sliding my hand to the nape of his neck, and guiding his ear down to my lips. “I’m not wearing panties.”
He hissed and I smiled slightly, knowing I’d hit my mark exactly. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
“Gonna talk to Letti real quick,” he bellowed to no one in particular, then guided me into the bunkroom and locked the door. “You need something, Letti?”
“Absolutely,” I said, sliding the skirt up my hips, then bending over one of the bottom bunks. I kicked off my flipflops, gripped the railing, and spread my legs, smiling at him over my shoulder. “You gonna take care of me?”
“Jesus, fuck,” he hissed as he undid his belt, then his jeans, shoving them down his thighs. His cock sprang free and he gave my bottom a smack before pressing the tip to my entrance. “You like playin’ games, Letti?”
“Only when I win,” I sassed, wriggling my butt back to try and get more of