I carried her into my room at the clubhouse. Drake is sleeping peacefully in one of the spare rooms.
“It’s not mine.”
“I didn’t figure it was,” she says as she slowly pushes my cut down my arms.
I watch her face which is red and swollen from crying, yet so goddamn beautiful at the same time. I’ve missed her. The woman that stole my heart so long ago. The one person that saw inside me and saw my soul. The one that held me close at night and whispered how much she was in love with me.
The world has a way of changing us. It changed me, and when she looks up into my eyes, I can see just how much it’s changed her as well. In some ways it’s weakened us. It shows us just enough of the light to give us hope. It keeps us in that middle ground of grey area where we never know what’s going to happen next. That’s my entire life summed up, the grey area.
When I lost her the first time I swore I would never find my way back out of the black, but slowly the guys and my club brought me back. Finding her that day outside of the clubhouse, fuck, I thought the light was finally coming back to me. I thought I was redeemed and given a second chance to love, but it’s all slowly slipping back out of my grasp.
“Kiss me,” she says softly as her fingers run under the hem of my shirt.
Her nails scrape along the muscles on my chest and down to my abs. I lean in and capture her lips with mine. A slow heated kiss turns into so much more. I grab her around the neck and hold her as close as I can get her.
Molly breaks away first and takes a step back as she pulls her shirt over her head. I’m totally enraptured by her. She has me under her spell just like she did all of those years ago. She tosses her shirt to the side and slides out of her shorts. My eyes run a line up and down her body. I unbuckle my jeans as she slowly works her way out of her panties. Trying to control my cock is another story. That fucker is begging to be released. When we’re both completely naked and exposed to each other I see a tear slip down her cheek.
“I always wanted a family. A real family that loved each other so much and cared about what happened to the others,” she speaks softly. I nod my head and step into her embrace.
“Crow was a good man. He would have loved you and Drake, Mols.”
I run my fingers up and down her arms. She trembles.
“Do you think we could talk to her one day? Lyric.”
I wasn’t expecting her to ask that.
“I think she’d love to meet you and Drake. It would be good for her.”
She nods her head and leans into my chest. Her lips on my skin ignite a need that I can’t deny. Her tongue sweeps out which causes me to suck in a breath.
“I need you to fuck me Roland, hard. I don’t want easy.”
The begging in her voice has my cock jumping between us. The way she can make me feel with her words alone is indescribable.
“I’ll give you anything you want baby. You know that,” I tell her as I run my fingers through her hair.
Molly steps out of my embrace and climbs onto the bed. She rolls to her stomach as I watch her body move. From her long golden hair to the curves of her soft round ass. Everything about her calls to me. It’s like we were never apart. Everything, and I do mean everything that I’ve ever loved about her is still there.
Her heart is gold; a heart that only wants what’s best for everyone around her. The woman puts herself on hold to make sure her son is cared for. Fuck, I love her more now than I ever did.
Climbing onto the bed behind her I kneel and grab her waist. I lift her up to her knees and lean down to press soft kisses to her ass cheeks. I lower my head as I go. When I find the wetness that I knew would be there I groan out loud. I need to taste her. I run my tongue along her seam as I slowly push it inside of her. I need