Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,93
arms around her from behind. She leans back into me as I press my lips to the unharmed side of her neck.
“None of that hanky panky in front of my Old Lady, thank you, VP. You’ll give her ideas,” Fox blurts out.
Bub scoffs. “You tellin’ me you don’t want some of my famous lovin’ tonight, old man?” Bub squeezes her own breast for emphasis.
Fox groans. “Jesus, woman! See, this is what I was talking about. The second she sees any kind of loved-up couple, she starts puttin’ on a show. We’re too old for public displays, Bub.”
“I’ll never be too old to show people you’re my old man, Fox.” Bub leans in pressing her body up against his, kissing him deeply.
I spin Prinie in my arms to face me while Fox and Bub make out. Prinie’s eyes alight with humor as I grab her hands, leading her away. “C’mon, let’s ditch this place.”
Her eyes widen. “We’re leaving?”
“Not leaving, just heading upstairs.”
Her happy demeanor fades, her body slumping. “You know we can’t…”
I tighten my grip in her hand. “We don’t have to go upstairs just to fuck, Prinie.”
She tilts her head at me in curiosity. “Hmm… intriguing. Okay, let’s go.”
We race upstairs, Zero’s eyes honed in on us as we go. However, this time, I don’t feel the heat of his stare but more acceptance, which is good for a change. We make way to her room, and when we enter, I walk us over to the bed, turn Prinie around, and start to undress her. Slowly, I pull her dress down until she’s only wearing her underwear, then I edge her to lay down.
As she turns to look at me, I kick off my boots, shrug out of my cut placing it on the desk, then remove my jeans and shirt and socks, leaving me in my boxer briefs. Her dimples sink in as her soft lips stretch up, trying to reach the corner of her curiosity-filled eyes. “What are we doing?”
I lay on the bed next to her. “Scoot on in here.”
Prinie instantly pushes into my side, cuddling in. Her warmth envelops me, her fruity smell surrounds me, and it’s like no matter what our future holds, we’re in this together, and we both know it.
“Cuddling… this is your big plan?”
I chuckle. “You don’t wanna cuddle?”
Her finger traces the tattoos on my chest as she raises her head and peeks up at me. “I didn’t think you’d be into this?”
My hand comes up threading through her long wavy hair. “When it comes to you, Kharlie, I’m into it.”
She puts her head back down on my chest and exhales. “I’m surprised you didn’t want to stay down there and party.”
“I’ve spent days on end with them. I want my future to be with you.” I reach out and hold her hand in mine.
Prinie sits up suddenly, her bottom lip drawn in by her teeth. “What are you saying?”
I slowly sit, my eyes meeting hers, my hand moving out caressing her neck. A flash of my addiction sweeps through me, but she means too much, and with each day I spend with her, that thrill of my sexual addiction becomes less important to me. From the first time I wrapped my fingers around her throat to this glimmer of something I’m experiencing now, the feelings are so polar opposite.
My fingers slide up and down the silkiness of her neck.
She doesn’t flinch.
She completely trusts me.
Fuck knows why.
And that gives me all the evidence I need.
My eyes lock with hers, the air in the room changes. It feels like a vacuum has sucked all the oxygen from my lungs as I stare at her beautiful face.
She’s so fucking perfect.
So fucking right for me in every way.
And I know I’m making the right move.
“Kharlie Walker, you’re the princess of this club, but you’re the queen of my heart, and it’s taken me a long fucking time to get to this point. A lot of bickering, miscommunications, and denial on my part, but I can’t fight what I want anymore.”
Her eyes glisten. “What’s that?”
“For you to be my Old Lady.”
Her eyes widen as she gasps. Her hand runs up to her mouth as tears flow down her cheeks. “Are you sure? We don’t know what the tests are going to come back like, Wraith.”
“I don’t give a fuck what the tests say. I love you, in sickness and in health. No matter the cost, Prinie.”