“I mean it, Storm…Kaleb.” Chills shot down my spine, hearing her say my name. “I’m not ready for a baby. How can you be? Given what’s going on with the Hunters.” She had a point. Those dirty bastards hadn’t entered my mind once since being here with Madeline.
“I’d never let anything happen to you or our child.” I nibbled along her jawline—our child. “My club will protect both of you. They’d die for you, for both of you. Just as I would.”
“Oh, God, don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth. I’d die for both of you.” To some, this might sound like crazy talk. I’d only known Madeline a short time, but I’d had her in my bed the last several days, woken up to her, made love to her, and paraded her around my club as my old lady. My queen. These weren’t decisions I made lightly. In the depths of my soul, I knew Madeline was the one, and I didn’t want to waste a second with her.
Tomorrow wasn’t promised. I knew it better than anyone.
“But… But I’m a traditional kind of girl. The kind of girl who dates a guy then gets engaged, then has a wedding. The baby comes after everything else.” She tugged my shirt up. I pulled it off, tossing it with her dress.
“I claimed you as my woman. Everyone here knows it. It’s the same as marriage. Just gotta get my mark on you and your leather jacket, showing you belong to me.”
“What do you mean, your mark on me?”
“Tattoo.”
“Um, no.” She shook her head, body going rigid again. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m ink-free.”
“Oh, I noticed.” I knew her body better than my own. I’d memorized every inch of it from her tiny little pinky toe up to the small scar at the hairline on the right side of her forehead. She’d told me the other night a branch had given it to her when she was twelve. Her body was a masterpiece, pure and pristine. But… “It doesn’t have to be a big tattoo. It can be hidden.” I kissed down the valley between her breasts, skimming my hands up and down her sides.
She exhaled an aroused breath. “Then what’s the point if no one will see it?”
I lifted my head and stared into her glimmering eyes. “I’ll know it’s there.” But I’d prefer it to be visible to the world.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.” I resumed kissing her at the same time I slipped her panties down. Her back bowed as I continued my journey south.
She moaned. “Oh, wow… Kaleb, I missed you… so much…”
I cracked a smile as I stood at her feet and removed my boots and jeans.
“Missed you too, baby. Get into the middle of the bed for me.”
“Condom.”
“No.”
She crossed her legs. “We’re not doing this without a condom.”
“Spread your legs for me, Angel.”
“No.”
I growled as I climbed on the bed.
“No,” she repeated.
I hated hearing that goddamn two-letter word. “Spread your legs so I can eat your goddamn pussy…please.”
Hesitantly, she did as commanded. “But if you think—”
“I fuckin’ heard you the other times. I’m not deaf!” I dove in, sticking my tongue into her entrance. I wasn’t gentle or slow. I devoured her pussy like a rabid animal. Swiping broad strokes across her heat and in between her folds, circling her clit with my tongue. I was starving for her.
And it pissed me off to no end how she was forcing me to wear a fuckin’ condom.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, lightly touching my head.