been this sweet had we not been taken away from him? I also think about what the doctor told me and it makes this moment in time bittersweet. I’ve managed to hold my emotions together while everyone was here, but I feel myself slowly crumbling. Knowing that there will never be a lifetime of these moments is killing me inside. I’ve fought for so long and so hard to have it all just ripped away from me again.
A tear leaks down my cheek. Drake smiles my way and blows me a kiss like he always does before bed. Roland stands up, turns off the lamp, and walks toward me. His hand cups my cheek as he backs me out of the room. He pulls the door closed behind him, his lips claiming mine as he pushes me up against the wall in the hallway. His hands move to my hips.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips.
I know we need to talk. I need to tell him, but I know that he needs this just as much as I do first. I nod my head and that’s all he needs. He lifts me in his arms, kisses me senseless, and walks toward the bedroom. As soon as we’re inside he kicks the door closed and sets me on my feet.
“Take all of it off.”
His gruff words send heat spiraling through me. I quickly pull all my clothes off as he does the same. When I look back up at his bare chest I gasp. Angry bruises, scars, and fresh cuts litter his skin. I look up and find his gaze still on mine.
“I’m fine. I had no choice in most of it.”
I walk toward him shaking my head. I let my fingers travel his skin. The more I touch the harder he breathes. When my fingers go lower, Roland moves. His hands grip my wrists and he holds them between us. I look up into his eyes and I’m lost in a sea of green.
“I had to do somethin’ in there. Things I really wished I didn’t. There’s gonna be blowback on the club, but I didn’t have any choice. Everything got all twisted up inside. I need to know that you can handle this. This isn’t gonna be the first or last time I come home lookin’ like this.”
He’s asking me to accept who he is now. He’s asking me to overlook the pain that someone has caused him, and as much I love him and want to accept this, I’m not sure if I can. He can see the look in my eyes. Roland walks us backwards until I fall onto the bed, crawling on top of me he knees my legs apart. He reaches between us and grabs his dick then slams it into me. I arch my back. Everything else is forgotten. I just need to feel him inside me like this.
“I need to know Mols,” he whispers as he slowly moves in and out.
“I don’t know,” I moan softly. His hips move quickly then and thrust deeply.
“You have to know I can’t lose you again,” he groans. Another thrust comes, hard and rough, and he looks down at me.
“They hurt you,” I whisper.
“Not as much as losin’ you would hurt me. Tell me I can keep you Mols. I need you. I need both of you.”
“You have us.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth Roland snaps. All of his prior restraint is gone. He lifts my legs over his arms and slams into me. Everything in the world could fall apart right now, but I can’t lose him again.
As he increases his pace I feel myself tumbling. I break apart into a million pieces at the same time he does. His grunts and growls echo through the room as he finds his release. He kisses me softly before he pulls out of me and drops down next to me.
“Drake has Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma,” I blurt out. As soon as I do Roland jumps up.
“What the fuck? That’s what Crow had. How the hell does a kid get that?”
“I don’t know. The doctor said there isn’t much we can do.” The tears begin to fall from my eyes. Roland’s face is a mixture of both anger and pain.
“We’ll find another doctor,” he says looking down at me.
“Fin already did that. They all say the same thing.”
“Fuck them. I’ll find us more. Someone has to be able to do somethin’,” he roars. I reach for him, but