Chapter 29
Anchor
My heart pounds as I guide Summer up the dirt road towards the brothers' houses, keeping her close to me, the possessiveness I feel overwhelming as I keep looking at the leather on her back, the ring on her finger suiting her perfectly.
Fuck, I’m hard and I need to try and squash the need for her.
I always fucking imagined what she’d look like with my name on her back, jacked myself off to the image, but the reality – so much fucking better than the imagination but I don’t want to scare her, she’s still healing and will be for a very long time.
I pull her into my body and kiss her head as I guide her up the steps onto the porch before opening the door, guiding her in first, and I follow, shutting the door behind me, locking it.
“What do you want to watch, sunshine, to celebrate our engagement?” I ask as I walk into the living area, taking my cut off, but I halt in my step when I lock eyes with a nervous Summer and my stomach drops as I place my cut on the back of the couch.
She’s wringing her fingers together, the ring shining beautifully on her ring finger, making my heart flutter, but her nerves worry me.
“Sunshine?” I question as I walk over to her, gently grab her left hand, cup her cheek, and rub my thumb over her engagement ring.
I swear to fuck if she’s about to tell me she’s changed her mind...
“I want to try again,” she whispers, and I frown in confusion as our eyes lock, apprehension shines back at me, and I swallow hard, realizing what she means.
“Baby –” she cuts me off, “Before and during, I was okay, Eric, no, actually, I was more than okay, I felt like I was home, I just, I want to try again…”
Fuck, I don’t think I can do this for her, not after last time, not after the guilt that nearly killed me.
“You passed out last time, sunshine,” I remind her quietly, fear hitting me, and she smiles softly, seeing that I’m struggling with her request even though my cock is screaming for her, my head is saying fuck no.
Summer gently presses up on her tiptoes and caresses my lips, making the first move, and I swear to fuck it takes everything in me to keep myself back.
I want her, I do, I always fucking do, but she did pass out, she did go back to that place…
“We’ll go slow,” she whispers as we lock eyes, and I swallow hard, hesitation filling me.
She’s silently pleading with me not to push her away, to do as she asks, to help her through this, and fuck, the memory of the last time nearly buckles me.
“I promise I’ll tell you if it gets too much,” she says against my lips, and I choke, “I love you, Summer, I’m scared of hurting you even if it's unintentional.”
Her eyes race between mine before she rocks my world and whispers, “I trust you, Eric. I love you…”
Fuck, there it is, the three words she had yet to say to me, and I lose all sensibility.
I slam my lips against hers without thinking, my tongue instantly pushing through her lips as she gasps before kissing me back with just as much need, and I grip her cut and slowly pull it down her arms, then throw it on the back of the couch before I grab my girl's perfect fucking ass and lift her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers going straight to my hair and, without breaking the kiss, needing her taste in my mouth at all times, I blindly walk up the stairs and towards our room.
Her dad’s house has sold for more than she thought it would, $250,000 more meaning with the help of the brothers, she now finally lives with me and her car is safely tucked away in our garage, her clothes hanging up next to mine in our closet, her family photos of her as a child with her father sitting on the mantel piece in the living area and her bank account so fucking full she doesn’t need to rely on anyone for the rest of her life.
This is her home now, and fuck me if it doesn’t feel oh so good and right.
I blindly walk us into the bedroom before I slowly drop my girl to the floor, my hands going from her ass to her top and I lift it as I break the kiss and lock eyes with hers, ensuring she’s still with me, that she’s okay.
When I see nothing but trust and love staring back at me, I remove her top and throw it on the floor before reaching around her and unclipping her lacy bra, not once breaking eye contact.
As soon as her eyes flicker to uncertainty, we’re stopping.
Summer smiles softly, seeing I’m being careful, and she reaches for my shirt and lifts it.
I bend a little, helping her as she removes and throws it as I grip her hips and pull her close to me, ensuring her tits that I would love nothing more than to suck on but know I can’t, touch my skin, needing to see her reaction.
“I’m okay, Eric,” she whispers as she runs her fingers through my hair, and I nod slowly, taking in every single detail on her face and a lump forms at the emotions that blind me.
I fucking love this girl.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and I oblige and lean down, pressing my lips against hers as her hands go to my jeans and she undoes them.
I don’t stop her, I let her do her thing before she breaks the kiss and slowly pulls my jeans and boxers off.
Stepping back a bit, I toe off my boots and kick my jeans away before grabbing her hips again, and this time, I pull her sweats down, not breaking eye contact, assessing her. When she doesn’t flinch or tense, I help remove them before standing before her again, both of us completely naked.
I cup her cheek and I ask, “Are you sure, sunshine?”
Instead of answering me verbally, Summer pushes up on her tiptoes and gently presses a kiss against my lips, and my eyes automatically close as I wrap my arm around her and kiss her back softly and slowly as I pick her up again.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I spin us before taking a seat on the bed so she can control this and press my cock at her entrance.
When she doesn’t tense or break the kiss with fear, I thrust inside her at once while bringing her down, her walls squeezing me, welcoming me as her arousal spreads between us.
I moan into her mouth at how right this feels, kissing her harder as she gasps, her fingers going to my hair, gripping it tightly.
She doesn’t move for a moment and kisses me with such passion I feel it right down to my fucking toes before she finally tests the waters and lifts up slightly, then moves back down, swiveling her hips for friction.
I moan again, squeezing my arm around her tighter at how fucking amazing she feels, wishing we’d been doing this from day fucking one.
I help guide her movements, help give her the most pleasure she can get while heating up the kiss, and she begins to move her hips faster, up and down, then swiveling them, brushing her clit against my pelvis, giving her even more pleasure.
I go at her speed, feeling so fucking grateful she loves me, that she’s trusting me with this.
Her breathing picks up, her movement becoming jerky after a little while, and I know she’s about to come, so I tighten my hold around her and thrust up higher as her walls flutter around me, her arousal soaking us.
Fuck she’s so wet and warm, so fucking perfect that it makes me groan into her mouth.
My spine tingles as my balls tighten and I thrust up harder as she breaks the kiss and throws her head back with a gasp, coming all over me, and I moan, “Summer…” as I empty myself inside her, painting her walls while still thrusting, ensuring she gets all the fucking pleasure and milks me dry as she shudders before I hold her tightly against me and pull her down, my cock staying inside her where it belongs.
Breathing heavy, I pull her back to me, gripping her hair, and I force her to look into my eyes, needing to see her reaction, needing her to see it’s me, only me.
“You with you me, sunshine?” I choke with fear, and she blinks as she runs her fingers through my hair and places her forehead against mine.
Fear shines back at me, but I know it’s fear she’s tainted me, and I gently press my lips against hers and I plead, “Talk to me.”
I swear to fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have done this.
Her eyes race between mine, and instead of freaking out, she whispers, “I love you,” and everything inside me relaxes.
I press my lips against hers, pushing my tongue through her lips and I move us to the top of the bed, spinning us so my body is on top of hers, my dick still inside her as I kiss her with all the passion I can give while I move my hand to her thigh and grip it as I slowly move my hips, my cock already twitching.
Forever, I’m going to spend forever inside this girl.
***
I suck in a breath as I wake from a deep sleep with a start, the left side of the bed empty being the reason why I woke.
I know Summer isn’t where she should be, and panic consumes me because we fell asleep still connected, and now my cock is cold, and the bed is empty. I know it is without even looking.
I spring up and look at the bed and see it is indeed empty on her side, and I quickly climb out of my bed, my eyes going to the bathroom door, seeing it wide open, and I curse, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have done it last night…”
She wasn’t ready, I fucking knew it, but I gave in anyway because I wanted her after she finally told me she loved me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I quickly grab a pair of jeans and put them on before searching around for my phone, but don’t see it, and I curse again, and I sprint out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the stairs, panic fucking consuming me as a realization hits me.
I left my phone at the club.
Walking out of church and seeing the clubwhores surrounding my girl, I left it with Willie, my only focus being my girl, and then everything went out the window when I saw her wearing my leather.
I run down the stairs, noticing her leather is gone from the couch, and hope builds.
Maybe she’s just gone outside for some fresh air?
With that thought in mind, I run into the kitchen, adamant to go into the yard, but pause when I hear, “Dammit, I knew I shouldn’t have done this!” and I frown with confusion seeing the garage door wide open.
What the fuck?
I spin and divert to the garage, but pause in the threshold at the scene and I wince… Fuck.
My girl, wearing only my shirt and her cut which is a sight to fucking see and makes my dick twitch, sits on the floor of the garage, her head on her knees as she shakes it, a can of spray paint in her hand, and my fucking Harley’s tank bright pink and my mouth parts in shock.
I can’t even be mad because she’s still here, like everything in me relaxes in relief to see her still here.
“Sunshine?” I question as I cross my arms over my chest and eye her crappy paint job, the dark blue still visible underneath the pink.
She jumps, clearly not hearing me in her distress, and groans as she sees my attention on my bike, my bright fucking pink tank to be precise.
“I was getting revenge,” she mutters, and I finally look back at her and raise a brow, and she explains, “Rose mentioned a few days ago that she spoke to Annalise.”
Ah shit.
I drop my arms and groan as I throw my head back, muttering, “Fucking Annalise and her great ideas,” before I look back at my girl and confirm, “Let me guess, this is part of my punishment for the fuck up I did with Barbie?” and she winces but nods.
“I’m regretting it now though because I really liked the dark blue on your bike,” she admits in a whisper, and I confess, “I had it painted to the color of your eyes,” and she drops her head again, groaning, making me chuckle.
I think she’s just punished herself, not me.
Grinning at her fuck up, I descend the few stairs and walk over to her.
She gives me her hand when I offer her mine, allowing me to help her up, and I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her tightly against me as my heart finally fucking calms down at the fear she left me, a fear I don’t think will ever go.
“You’re so fucking cute,” I chuckle as I rub my nose against hers, and she huffs as she eyes my bike and says, “I failed your punishment.”
I hum and kiss her cheek before I mutter, “You know what will really punish me?” She looks at me, “Pancakes in bed, then me inside you for the whole fucking day…”
I waggle my brows, hoping I wasn’t too fucking forward, and she thankfully laughs, a real fucking laugh for the first time since coming back before she replies, “That isn’t you being punished.”
I grin wide and press my lips against hers, and she melts into me before pulling back a little and admits, “I don’t want to punish you because punishing you is punishing me, and I’ve been punished enough.”
I nod as I run my fingers through her hair, the black looking mostly blue from this angle, and I whisper, “I love you,” feeling so grateful that she can forgive what I did and she closes her eyes.
“It’s funny, growing up, Dad never let anyone in, never had a relationship believing everyone hurts you, and in some way, whether he wanted to or not, he pushed those beliefs on me.
I never wanted to fall in love, and in comes this big badass biker stealing my heart and becoming the reason why I survived, why I never gave up,” she whispers as we lock eyes again, and I suck in a breath at her truth.
“I’ll always put you first,” I promise, “I’ll help you through your demons, love you every day, and I’ll never, fucking never hurt you again.”
I press my lips against hers and hold her close to me as my tongue tangles with hers, and everything inside me settles.
Through thick and thin, we’ll get through this.
Maybe, just maybe, she might decide to keep the baby, because honestly, even though it was conceived the way it was, it is still part of my girl, who is all good.
I know I can raise it like my own because of her, and if she does go through the adoption, she will regret it because of the person she is, and I can’t lose her, I refuse it.