His thumbs wipe my falling tears away, and I allow him because I love him. I always have and I always will. Even if that love sometimes hurts, apparently, I’ll take the pain. For whatever reason, I go back for more, again and again.
“I know, Sloane. I love you so much and seeing that picture hurt. I just needed a few hours to wallow in my own bullshit. I’m okay now,” I say, giving him a smile.
“Never again, sunshine. Since getting back with you, I haven’t touched another woman. I swear to you, baby. I wouldn’t lie about that, not ever again,” he murmurs.
Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “I know. I believe you and I trust you,” I whisper. “I’m not mad. It was a surprise to see, and it knocked me on my ass for a minute. I’m okay.”
I close my eyes and gasp when his lips touch mine. He kisses me sweetly, gently, and he doesn’t push further, his teeth nipping my bottom lip before he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Imogen. I want to erase that part of my past, not for me, but for you. It kills me that I hurt you for so long. I was nothing but a selfish bastard, always looking for a high of some kind. I never wanted to lose you, either. You grounded me to some degree. I treated you like shit for so fucking long, and I’m so goddamn sorry, sunshine. All these years, and I wasted them, fucking wasted them and hurt the shit out of you.”
“I love you, too, Sloane. When you’re alone with me, and you’re my Sloane. It’s hard for me to love Soar, but I’m starting to,” I admit.
He lets out a heavy breath and his hands move from my face to the outsides of my thighs. He pushes my dress up to my hips. I suck in a breath when his hands move to my ass and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. His mouth opens, and he blows hot air on the material of my panties, on my center. He nips me, and then he sucks. I feel his tongue press against my clit, causing me to moan and fist my fingers in his hair.
Without a word, he hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs as he sits back slightly. Then his face is back at my core, and his tongue flicks my clit before it fills my pussy.
“Sloane,” I gasp, fisting my fingers in his hair as I push myself closer to his mouth.
He lifts my legs and throws them over his shoulders as his hands cup my ass. He pulls me, angling me, and I use my grip in his hair to keep myself upright as I ride his face.
Moaning, Sloane’s fingers dig into my ass a little harder. His tongue works me, fucking me, and then nipping and licking before flicking my clit. It feels so good, and I have no problem chasing my orgasm as I grind against his face, his eyes focused on mine. When I come, it’s with a long moan.
I fall back once he releases me, my legs as limp as the rest of my body. I don’t hear him unbuckle, unzip, or the sound of his pants falling, but I do feel him when he slides inside of my wet center. I lift my legs, wrapping them higher around his waist as my eyes flutter open to look into his.
“I love you, sunshine,” he murmurs as he slowly pulls out of me before he sinks back inside.
I open my mouth, but he doesn’t allow me to speak. He interrupts me. Every time he sinks down inside of me, he tells me he loves me. Every single time. I can do nothing but watch him, watch the way he looks at me, watch his eyes, how they hide absolutely nothing and shine with love.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he rasps. I feel his arms trembling above me, and his I love yous become more strained.
Lifting my legs a little higher, he grinds against my clit with his pelvis. It sends me over the edge. My pussy clamps down around him while I whimper through my release, and then he fucks me without restraint.
I accept every thrust from his hips, every slam against my center; and when he throws back his head with his release, he calls my name as he comes. Then he slumps forward and nuzzles my neck with his face.
“I love you,” he rasps, again.
“Love you, too, Sloane,” I murmur as my fingers trail up and down his slick back.
He lifts his head and his eyes connect with mine before he speaks. “You coming home with me tonight?”
Using my finger, I trace his lips, and I smile. “Yes, baby, I’m coming home with you tonight. After the real estate agent leaves.”
“Real Estate agent?” he asks, looking confused.
“I wasn’t coming here just to meet with my father, your mother, and mine. I was putting this place up on the market, too,” I shrug. “I don’t want it anymore.”
“No shit?” he asks, looking surprised.
Shaking my head with a small laugh I repeat, “No shit.”
Camo left, with the prospect in tow, while we were in the middle of making up, leaving me a text that he was headed back up north. My mother left before I even walked into the house. She hugged me, told me I had been an asshole, and to fix my shit before she turned away without a backward glance.
Imogen and I clean up, and I watch her make the bed so that it looks showroom ready again. Once she slips her shoes back on, I reach out for her from the corner chair in the room and tug her down to my lap.
“Sloane?”
“I really am so damn sorry, sunshine,” I confess. She nods once, her tongue peeking out to taste her lips.
“I know you are. No more apologizing. What’s done is done. Now we just move on,” she states. I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and tug her face closer to mine.
“Never. Again,” I grind out.
“Baby…” She doesn’t finish her sentence because I press my lips to hers and push my tongue into her mouth to taste her, my sweet wife.
“I hope you’re still this in love with me when I’m as big as a house and nine months pregnant,” she grins with a wink.
I throw back my head in laughter as she narrows her eyes on me, but I’m unable to control myself. She’s too fucking hilarious for words.
“Guaranteed, Imogen, you’ll be the sexiest pregnant woman I have ever laid eyes on. Let’s get you pregnant so I can prove that shit to you,” I grin.
She opens her mouth to reply, but the doorbell rings. She huffs and slides off of my lap. I watch her sweet ass as it flounces to the front door, I walk the entire way watching her ass and smiling.
This is my wife, my woman, and my sunshine. A woman who forgives me of my sins, but isn’t afraid to tell me her worries. She’s not afraid to take yet another leap of faith with me. She embraces all that is me. All that is us.
Once the real estate agent is finished photographing the house, we walk to the garage and I slip Imogen’s car keys from her hand. I also ask her for the picture her father gave her. She hands it over as she presses her lips together, and I don’t hesitate to take the lighter out of my pocket and light the fucker on fire. Once it’s completely burned, I stomp on it to put out the fire.
“You want to visit your mom before we head home?” I ask as I start the engine of her car.
This is the next thing to go. It isn’t as safe for her to have this in the mountains. She needs a Land Rover or something more suitable for the snow.
“Not really. I’ll just call her,” she murmurs.
I wrap my hand around her thigh and give her a squeeze, “Not a problem, sunshine, if you want to go see your mom.”
“I know, I just—I don’t feel like seeing anybody. I just want to go to bed with you,” she grins as she turns to me, her eyes looking soft and inviting.
I drive in silence for at least an hour, maybe two, my eyes slicing over to her a few times to see her in the same position, her head turned to the side, looking out the window. She’s watching the scenery, and it’s starting to change from the city to the mountains. Maybe she’s regretting coming back with me.
“Tomorrow’s the birthday party,” I say, afraid of her reaction.
Smiling, she turns her head to face me and she nods. “I have the perfect outfit.”
“Not worried about your clothes, sunshine. I’m concerned about everything that happened today, and if you’re going to be all right there?”
She
frowns slightly before she lifts her chin. Her hand comes out to squeeze my thigh. With a heavy sigh, she finally speaks. “The club isn’t my favorite part of our lives. The man you have to be, the assuredly illegal things you do, I don’t love it. Most of the men and the women, aside from the whores, that aspect I enjoy. They’re more of a family than we’ve ever had. There’s more love there than we’ve ever had from our own blood relatives.
“So, I guess, I understand it. I hated what it turned you into, but looking back, it wasn’t the club that turned you into anything. You did it to yourself. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were working in your father’s office or not. You were going to look for new highs, however they came. I’ve forgiven the club, and I’m trying to focus on all of the positive aspects of it. I still might take that little bitch to the ground, though,” she shrugs.
I can’t help myself, I chuckle at her words as I give her knee another squeeze. I love her, all of her, every single part of her. I can’t imagine my life without her. I can only hope that she always feels the same, and that I can make her half as happy as she makes me.
“No need to knock a bitch out, sunshine. I’m all yours. I was searching, back then. I didn’t know what I was searching for, but I didn’t feel like I’d found it. I was scared of turning into my father, but I did anyway. The drugs and the women, fuck me, I turned out exactly like him,” he takes a breath before he continues, “But swear to fuck, when I dried out and got my head out of my ass, those were the best moments of my life. Just you and me, like this.”
She huffs and narrows her eyes at me. “It’s not that. It actually has very little to do with you, and very much to do her, being a complete bitch.” She whispers her next words. “You’re not your father, Sloane. Please believe that. I agree that you were searching and you didn’t know how to find what you needed.”
“Okay, sunshine,” I murmur. “Some days, I look in the mirror, and all I see is his reflection staring back at me. When I would look in your eyes and see that hurt I’d caused, all I could picture was the look my mother always wore. Staying clean and sober, it seemed like the best thing to do, and fuck, I tried. But I wasn’t strong enough back then. I was weak,” I smile sadly.
She reaches across the seat and wraps her hand around my thigh, giving me a squeeze. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Sloane. You aren’t him, I’m not Kalli, and he’s gone,” she whispers. “You’re a man now.”
“I am, that,” I agree.
“You’re not weak anymore.” she states.
Shaking my head, I pull over on the side of the road before I turn to her. “Sunshine. I’m the opposite of weak, now.”
Imogen reaches up and wraps her hand around the side of my neck as her eyes take me in. “I see that, Sloane. I believe you and I trust you,” she whispers.
Her words wash over me and I grin. “You can beat Destini’s ass, though. I’ll even watch. Fair warning, after you fuck her up, I’m going to need to fuck you,” I state, changing the subject as I pull back onto the road and head toward home.
“Sloane,” she says, feigning a gasp of surprise.
“Seriously, baby. You beating the shit out of some little whore, all because she said some shit about me, about her and me? It’s bound to make me hard as nails.”
“Fine, if I ever stoop to that level, you can fuck me in the bar,” she shrugs.
I swerve the car to the side of the road and slam on the breaks. Turning to face her, I see that she’s giggling, her face red and her eyes widened in surprise.
“You want that? You don’t have to make bets, sunshine,” I murmur, my eyes boring straight into hers. She takes a gulp and looks down.
“No, I mean, no,” she shakes her head. “I’m not brave enough,” she says.
“Whatever you want like that, if you want to try anything, you just ask me, baby,” I mutter.
“Okay,” she breathes.
Christ. I turn back to the front windshield and drive us home, my cock hard the entire time. Once we’re back at our house, I pick Imogen up and carry her to the bedroom, demanding that she rides me slow and hard.
My woman delivers. My woman always delivers.
After we’ve both come, I hold her as she sleeps. I can’t imagine her fucking me in the bar, in public, at the clubhouse. Maybe she’d enjoy watching others do it? I always keep her on the other side when we’re there, away from the real parties.
Sure, she could turn her head and see some stuff, but she doesn’t know that if we walked into one of the other rooms off of the main one, that’s where the orgies are, where people fuck each other; where there are no rules. You walk into that room, and everything is fair game.
Yeah, Grease and Serina put on a little show, and sometimes guys get their dicks sucked or have a whore ride them in the main bar area, but the other room is where the serious action happens. The other guys keep their wives away from that room, and I doubt any of them even know it exists. Maybe after our friends leave next time we’re there, I’ll take her in there, not to participate, but to watch.
I grin—Happy fucking birthday to me.
Face—healed.
Makeup—flawless.
Dress—skin tight.
Heels—sky high and expensive.
Husband—waiting.
Everything is in place to leave, and yet I find myself staring into the mirror. I don’t know why, but I feel anxious. Maybe it’s because of everything that happened when I went to the city, or maybe it’s just me being a complete wuss.
“Sunshine, you ready?” he asks, rapping on the bathroom door.
I take in a deep breath and tell him yes before I open the door. He’s standing on the other side, his eyes dragging from my black Louboutins to my bright red, bandage, strapless, mini dress with a thick gold zipper that is the entire length of the front. Then he scans my hair, long and in soft waves, his eyes take in my face before they finally settle on my gaze.
“Maybe we should stay home?” he grunts.
“Not this again. Let’s go,” I state, turning to grab my purse from the counter before I start to walk toward him.
He doesn’t move. I stand just inches away from him, waiting for him to step back. He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand to tangle it in the back of my hair. He tugs me closer, forcing me to press my body against his. I grab hold of his hips to keep from falling down. His nose skims alongside mine, and his breath fans my face in a sigh.
“So beautiful. I don’t deserve you at all, sunshine,” he whispers. I close my eyes and let out a breath of my own at his words. “I want to give you the world; not just shit we can both afford, but the shit that’s priceless. A family, love, and happiness.”
I feel my eyes watering, but I beat back the tears, not wanting to have to re-do my entire face before we leave. I inhale deeply, trying to keep from crying as he tugs my hair slightly, forcing my head back so that I’m looking into his green eyes.
“I love you, Sloane,” I whisper.
“Love you, too, baby,” he murmurs before he presses his lips to mine softly, careful not to smear my red lipstick. “Let’s get going, so I can fuck you later.”
A thrill shimmies up and down my spine at the thought. The last time we were in his room at the club, he gave me so many orgasms, I swear it took me a full week to recoup. It was fantastic.
I smile and nod as his hand slides from my hair down my spine, running over my lower back before he gabs ahold of my ass, giving it a rough squeeze with a grunt.
We take his car, and I am so thankful he isn’t making me ride his bike in this dress. I honestly don’t think it would even stretch enough for me to straddle his seat. Sloane’s fingers tease the inside of my thigh, and I let out a trembling exhale, wishing for them to travel further up my leg. They don’t.
The clubhouse parking lot is packed full, and I wonder just who the hell is here. It seems like way too many cars, trucks, and bikes. I turn to Sloane and he is looking around the parking lot as well, except he doesn’t look
confused.
“This is a lot of people,” I mention, trying to figure out what’s happening.
“It’s a party, baby—an open party,” he shrugs as he opens the door and climbs out.
He walks over to my side and helps me out of the car, but he doesn’t allow me to even take a step before he’s picking me up and cradling me in his arms.
My eyes widen in surprise as I let out a yelp. “What are you doing?”
“Expensive shoes. I know them when I see them, sunshine.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself closer and resting my head against his shoulder as I press my lips to the underside of his jaw. My sweet, rough man—a thought I didn’t think I would ever have about Sloane Huntington.
“Kippy called me yesterday,” he mentions as he walks. I wait for him to continue. “He sounds better. Now that he’s away and he can tell mom’s doing okay, he seems more at ease.”
“Poor Kip. That was a lot to happen at once,” I murmur.
He grins and holds me a little tighter. “He contacted a sibling. She’s only a year younger than me,” he rumbles.
“Seriously?” I cry.
“Didn’t even know who dad was. Didn’t know who her own father was. I told Kip, though he was an asshole, at least we knew where we came from,” he murmurs. “You call him on Sunday, maybe, talk to him. You guys have a special relationship. Make sure he’s really doing okay for me.”
I smile, pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw again before peeking my tongue out to taste his skin. As always, he tastes delicious as all hell. He squeezes me close then sets me down on my feet at the entrance to the clubhouse.
I see the prospect leaning against the building, the same one that I gave ice water to a few days ago. I smile at him, but he ignores me and looks from me to Sloane, with a little fear in his eyes.
Once we’re inside, I instantly feel claustrophobic. Since I wasn’t one for MC parties, I have never been to one like this before. I came to some of the family things, but in general, if I wasn’t hanging out with the other Old Ladies, I wasn’t anywhere near this place.
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