hear her. To listen the way every club member listened to the others when they had something to say. Would he want less from his son’s mother? She was struggling to find answers because she wanted the best for their son. He had to love her more for that, even though it was unsettling for her not to give him the commitment he needed from her.
He began to move again, showing her with his body how he felt about her. The intensity of the way he loved her. The overwhelming pride and respect he had for her. Threading his fingers through hers, he stretched her arms above her head and kept surging into her. Withdrawing, holding there for a moment, balancing needs with aches and then thrusting hard and holding again.
“You have to decide whether you trust me with our son. To give him everything he needs. To provide for him and keep the two of you safe. You know I’m capable of those things, Breezy. You’re just afraid, baby, and I get that. You have to get me. You have to know I’m fully committed to you. You have to trust me when I say my club will protect the two of you and care for you the way they do Czar’s family.”
He was a good strategist and he knew that was a huge selling point. She’d been shocked, and very intrigued by the way the club members treated Czar’s family. More important than the way the club members treated them was the way the children responded to them. They couldn’t fake that. She’d also had her son ripped from her. Having an entire club guarding him had to appeal to her.
He moved faster in her, taking her breath. Taking his. His fingers tightened around hers. He buried his face in her throat. “I’m aware, more than any other, that I don’t deserve you, but no one will try as hard to make things good for you and our children. Give me a chance.”
He hadn’t been able to look at her when he told her, because it made him feel so vulnerable and so exposed. He almost wished his brothers were there, surrounding him, just in case he couldn’t take it if she rejected him.
“Honey.”
His heart turned over and he lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were soft. That look was on her face. The one that told him above everything else that he still had a chance with her because she did love him.
“I’m going to say yes, but,” she added.
It was too late. He wasn’t going to let her take it back. Whatever she needed to say, he would hear, but she wasn’t taking it back. He couldn’t help the smile and he leaned down to nip at her chin. His hips found a faster rhythm. He let go of her hands and lifted her hips, holding her so he could move harder and deeper into her.
Her breath rushed out of her lungs and he wanted to grin at her. Instead, he made it his one mission in life to bring her the most pleasure he possibly could. The but didn’t matter. He could handle that. She committed to him and that meant she trusted him with their son in the same way she trusted him with her. No one had ever given him a greater gift.
Her hips matched his fierce rhythm. Each time he thrust deep, her breasts jolted and swayed invitingly. His gaze was glued to her face. That expression. Her lips parted. Her eyes on him. Features expressing her love, her heightened sensuality. That mixture in the green that told him she wanted and needed him just as much as he wanted and needed her.
He took them both to the edge over and over, waiting for that one note that told him she couldn’t wait another moment. Only after getting that satisfaction, did Steele let his body swell against that fiery sheath, tilting her body so he was hitting her sweet little spot. She rocketed over, clamping down hard on his cock. He felt every tiny movement, every powerful wave. It was brutal. Glorious. Perfection.
She cried out low, just his name. Chanted it. He loved that too. It only added to the aftermath, her body rippling around his. The hot splash of his seed coating her walls triggering more. He loved those moments. Loved after that when he collapsed over her and held her down. She could barely breathe with his