His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,89
settle things tonight.
He wanted to see her expressing herself through her eyes. Laughing with a burst of amusement at his stubbornness. Coming undone, wild and untamed, underneath him. Damnit, he wanted something more from her that would tell him he hadn't fucked up.
She came out of the bar ten minutes later. He bet she stalled to piss him off.
Starting the engine, he sat the bike as she climbed on behind him. She shoved her purse into his back and wrapped her arms around him. It was at the forefront of his mind to rip the purse off her and toss it to the side, but he would give her the poke toward him if it meant she sat the bike for the mile it took to get home.
He parked in the driveway. She refused to get off.
Hauling his ass off the Harley, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He ignored her screams. There were no neighbors close enough to hear her. If she wanted to shout to the world how much she hated him, she might as well get it out of her system.
He managed to get the door unlocked and opened with one hand, then strode inside, kicking the door shut. Plopping her on the couch, he stepped back and took off his vest, set his pistol on the coffee table, and removed his shirt.
She sat perched on the sofa like a time bomb ready to go off. That was the Faye he was used to. The girl who gave as good as she got. The girl who never let anyone beat her down. The girl who'd dragged herself off the floor more times than anyone should, and came out stronger. The girl who swore she loved him more than anything else.
He pounded his chest with his fist. "The vest is gone. It's only me standing here. If you want to hit me, have at it. If you want to scream, bring it on. I know what I've fucking done to you, Faye. I know what I've done to Walker. There's nothing you can do or say that I haven't beaten myself up about doing. As many times as I've tried to switch places with Walker, and take the punishment, your uncle won't let me. When the Feds came at him with the charges, he protected me, and they pinned the crimes on him. When he left you to serve time, he was the one who made me swear on my life to always take care of you, to protect you. Somewhere along the way, I stopped taking care of you for him. I was doing it for me. So, if you can't accept what I've done, that's on you, Faye, because you will always, always be my old lady."
She flew off the couch. He had no time to brace for her jumping on him. Wrapping his arms around her, he took her kiss and gave it back to her.
His adrenaline soared. His emotions hovered on the surface. His heart pounded.
Faye squirmed against him, squeezing any air out from between their bodies. He gave her his tongue. She drew him deeper into her mouth.
She tasted like a new beginning. She tasted like forgiveness.
He cupped her ass, holding her against his cock. Carrying her, he walked until he had her up against the wall, no way of escaping. He thrust up against her, wanting nothing between them.
She moaned. Her fingers dug into his scalp. She wasn't going to let him go.
She had nothing to worry about. He only wanted closer.
Using the wall, he held her in place while he worked at getting her shirt off. Impatient, he set her on her feet and went straight to stripping every article of clothing off her body.
Faye panted, jumping from one foot to the other, helping him remove her clothes. As soon as she was stripped bare, he went for his belt.
"Wait," she shouted.
His head came up. His blood roared in his head. He refused to blink. Nothing would stop him from having her.
Chapter 40
Faye
Curley's lips parted. Faye gulped, surprised at her outburst. Her thoughts scattered the second she opened her mouth. All she wanted to do was go back to kissing him, but there were things she needed to say.
His gaze intensified. She stepped forward, placing her hands on his chest, glancing at the necklaces hanging from his neck that was as much a part of the man as was his Harley.
"I don't understand how Uncle Walker can