“Oh, honey. Let that thinking go.” Tina put down her spoon. “You mean everything to him. We all see it. Retribution is the MC way. Avenging you is what he needs to do, so he’ll be at peace.”
“But it’s not necessary. I don’t want him to get caught and go to prison.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “I can’t lose him.”
Sugar nodded with understanding in her eyes. “Talk to him. Plead your case. Maybe he’ll listen and leave it alone. But if he doesn’t, as his ol’ lady, you need to support him. Stand by his side.”
“Because he’s your man and you love him,” Tina added.
I steepled my hands under my chin. “I do love him.”
“Then you have your answer. We don’t live a traditional life, sweet girl.” Sugar patted my arm. “Danger lurks everywhere. These guys live to protect what’s theirs. And you’re Storm’s. His property. It’s even tattooed on the back of your neck.” Sugar collected the empty bowls. “Go to your man and makeup. It’ll all be okay.”
“I’ll go up. Thanks, ladies.”
I entered our bedroom and was shocked to see Storm in bed, arms behind his head. No shirt. His magnificent body was on full display. He was a commando man, so no boxers. The sheet dipped so low on his hips, the dark hair of his happy trail was visible.
I clenched my legs together, mesmerized by this incredibly sexy man.
“Angel…” he crooned.
“Hi…” I breathed out, locking the door. “I thought we were going to talk?”
“We’ll talk in bed. This mattress needs to be christened.” He threw back the sheet, revealing how ready he was for me. The very sight turned me molten with desire.
I padded toward the bed, whipping off my tank top. Kicking off my flip flops, I shimmied out of my shorts and thong all at once. At his side of the bed, his heated depths raked over my body, searing every inch of it.
“I don’t want you to go to prison for me.” I climbed onto him. Raising up, I braced a hand on his firm chest.
There was no time for foreplay. I wanted Storm inside me, stat.
“I’d die for you, Angel.” He palmed his cock for me to lower myself onto it. We groaned together as our bodies became one.
“I’d die with you then.”
He took my face in his large hands and guided my lips to his. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
“Tonight, I’m making love to my woman.” He kissed me sensually, stealing the air from my lungs, caressing my skin with his rough palms.
It was impossible to stay angry with this man. My heart wouldn’t allow it. Not when he loved me so perfectly.
“If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?” He nibbled my lips, raising and lowering his hips slowly.
My orgasm was building with each deep, penetrating thrust. I could hardly think. “Are you asking?”
He flipped me onto my back, his speed picking up. “No. Just curious what you’d say.” He sank deeper, hitting my G-spot.
“I’d say…” My back bowed, on the brink of shattering below him.
“Say what?” He sucked my neck and pinched my nipple between his thumb and middle finger.
“Yes,” I cried out as he hit my G-spot again.
“Again.” He went balls deep.
“Yes… I’d say yes.”
“Fuckin’ love you, Angel.”
“Not more than I love you.” I panted, hovering on edge.
“Come for me, baby.” He dropped his mouth to my nipple and sucked for all he was worth.
“Anything you say…”