It wasn’t only my son I wanted a relationship with. Because having her in my orbit showed me why I hadn’t wanted a relationship with anyone else in the past. It wasn’t because I was afraid of having children.
It was because I was afraid of having children with someone who wasn’t her.
Unable to stop myself, I curled a hand around the back of her neck and dragged her close enough to brush my lips against hers. At the electric zap that shot through me the second we touched, she groaned softly and clutched my sleeve. When her lips opened, I dove in. Tasting her, twisting my tongue with hers, we found each other again.
Every emotion slammed back into me. What had been mere shadows in the back of my mind flooded every cell in my body. My other hand slipped between her legs, clutching her inner thigh tightly. Every second was building the desire I’d thought long buried.
It wasn’t long before my fingers brushed the seam that ran along her pussy. I could actually feel the heat of it through the layers of her panties and jeans. She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed the need that poured from her.
A clearing throat had us pulling apart with gasping breaths. I glanced up to see Ghost giving me a knowing smirk. His hands each held a seat back, caging us in our row and providing a slight bit of privacy. “I was coming back from the shitter and couldn’t help but notice you’re starting to draw an audience.”
I scanned the area. Thankfully, Trace was still sleeping peacefully in the seats next to us. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, then gave Ghost a chin lift in thanks. God knows how far I’d have pushed that if she’d let me. We might’ve ended up in the airplane bathroom.
Actually, that idea still had some merit.
I looked back to see the woman who was in the seats behind Korrie and Trace’s watching us with wide eyes. Honestly, I wanted to flip her off and tell her to mind her own fucking business, but it was too late. Korrie had pulled back, and I tried to stop her from putting up the walls I could see her erecting. Ghost went back to his seat.
Korrie leaned forward and buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God! What the hell are we doing? That was a mistake.”
“Korrie? Are you going to tell me I don’t affect you in the least? That there’s nothing between us anymore? Because if you are, I’m gonna call you a liar.”
She dropped her hands and looked at me like I was nuts.
“Obviously you do something to me, but it doesn’t mean it’s right,” she said with a furrowed brow.
“Baby, there’s nothing more right than the two of us together, and I’m not gonna let you turn your back on this. We’ve both had our moments of sheer immaturity and stupidity. I’m not gonna sit by and let either of us fuck it up this time.”
The prospect pulled up, and we dragged our tired asses to get in the SUV. It had been an early morning flight and none of us had slept much after all the events of the night.
“You get the back seat,” Phoenix said to Ghost.
“Man, fuck you. You get back seat. It’s cold back there,” Ghost grumbled.
“I got the vents fixed while you were gone,” the prospect offered, looking impatient to get on the road. His eyes darted around the busy pickup lane. Something about his actions put me on high alert.
“Get in the SUV,” I said in a demanding growl. Ghost stopped whining, seemed to freeze a bit as he stared off at nothing. Then he jumped in back without a word. Phoenix got in as I bustled Korrie and Trace inside the vehicle.
Once the doors were closed and we were rolling out of the airport, I leaned forward. “What was that back there?”
The prospect looked over his shoulder at me, then glanced in the rearview at Korrie and Trace. He gave an imperceptible shake of his head and refocused on the road.
Korrie looked at me with worry in her eyes, and my jaw tensed. The rest of the trip was made in silence. We pulled into the clubhouse parking lot, and the prospect at the gatehouse closed it as he gave us a wave.
It had me wondering why the automatic gate wasn’t on. The only time that happened was when there was trouble. We hadn’t gotten a call, but then again, we’d been in the air for hours. It had me checking my phone for any text messages.
Nothing.
Once we parked, I hurried them inside. It was cold, and Trace was barely recovered from healing me. We hurried through the clubhouse to the rooms in back.
“You guys have your clubhouse on a farm?” Korrie asked in confusion.
“Sort of. Hawk inherited it, and we turned this building into a clubhouse since we didn’t need it for equipment like it had been.” I shrugged and brought them back to two of the rooms we used for guests.
“This one has a connecting door to the one next door. It’s a little smaller, but I figured it would work for Trace.” Korrie followed me in the room with a protective hand resting on Trace’s head.
“Are there any kids here?” Trace asked as he hopped up on the bed, making it bounce. I sat down next to him.
“No, I’m sorry, buddy, there aren’t. I can maybe bring you an X-Box in here if you want. We have a couple in the main room. What do you say?” I asked him as I studied the characteristics that I remembered seeing in the mirror once upon a time. My hand itched to touch his hair to see if it felt like mine. Instead, I curled it tight in my lap.