Chapter Fourteen
E asy
The sight of Lexi stretched out on my bed in nothing but black lace makes it damn near impossible to focus on packing. She's propped up on her elbows, those long legs crossed at the ankles, watching me with hooded eyes as I try to remember what the hell I need for this run.
“You're distracting me,” I growl, tossing another T-shirt into my bag.
She arches one perfect eyebrow. “Am I?”
The innocence in her voice is pure bullshit, and we both know it. “You know exactly what you're doing, baby.”
Her lips curve into a smile that makes my dick twitch. “I have no idea what you're talking about, honey. I'm just lying here, minding my own business.”
“Half-naked on my bed is minding your business?” I grab an extra pair of jeans from the closet, focusing on folding them properly so they’ll fit in my saddlebag.
“Our bed,” she corrects softly.
The words hit me square in the chest. I’ve known she was mine since the minute I clapped eyes on her, but realizing she knows it too means fucking everything. Dropping the jeans into my bag, I turn to face her fully. “Say that again.”
She sits up, her eyes meeting mine. “Our bed. Our room. Our home.” Each word comes out stronger than the last. “Unless...”
In three strides, I'm at the bed, my hands cupping her face. “You're not assuming anything, baby. Fuck yes, this is our home. Everything I have is yours.”
Lexi aims one of her blinding smiles up at me, and it’s just another thing making it impossible to get my head on straight.
“Good.” Her fingers trail up my arms. “Now, are you going to tell me what this run is about?”
“You know I can’t.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Club business isn’t something you’ll ever be privy to unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
She sighs but thankfully doesn't push the subject. She knows the rules. We’ve discussed how things in the club work several times in the last couple of days. “How long will you be gone?”
“Two days, max.” My thumb traces her bottom lip. “Trigg is going to be around to keep an eye on you while I'm gone.”
Her eyes flash with annoyance. “I don't need a babysitter,” she protests. I know she thinks I’m going overboard with her safety, but I know deep down in my gut that things with that John fucker are far from over. It would be too easy if it was, and let’s be honest, when it comes to the old ladies, nothing is ever easy. And knowing that, I'm not risking her safety.
“Not up for discussion.” I step back before I get too distracted by her perfect tits. “Not with your ex out there somewhere.”
She rolls her eyes at the mention of John. “He's in Kentucky, honey. He isn't going to come here.”
Dex has eyes on the fucker, and so far, she’s right. He is in Kentucky. And in a few weeks, if he’s still there, maybe I’ll be able to relax.
“When it comes to the old ladies in this club, trouble always comes calling.” I go back to packing, shoving extra ammo into my bag.
“If you say so,” she sasses.
“I do say so, and please,” I add, checking my gun before sliding it into its holster, “just be good for Trigg, yeah?”
Lexi sits up straighter, the movement drawing my attention to the way her breasts threaten to spill over the scrap of lace she calls a bra. “I'm always a good girl.”
“Fucking killing me, woman.” I zip up my bag with more force than necessary, trying to keep my hands busy so I don't throw her down on that bed and forget about the whole damn run.
“Hmm.” She uncrosses her ankles and slides off the bed, padding toward me on her bare feet, distracting me even more. “And what if I need something while you're gone?”
The way she says 'something' makes my cock strain against my jeans. “Whatcha need, baby?”
She presses against my chest, her fingers sliding under my cut to trace patterns on my shirt. “Oh, you know... things only you can give me.”
“Fuck.” I reach back, catching her wrists in my hands. “You're playing with fire.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
That does it. Grabbing her hips, I lift her up and pin her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, and she grinds her hot, panty-covered center against me with a breathy moan.
“I've got twenty minutes before I need to head out,” I warn her, already working my belt loose.
She grins, wicked and wanting. “Then we better make them count.”
Christ, this woman is going to be the fucking death of me. But what a way to go.
“Remember this,” I growl, pushing her panties aside. “Remember who you belong to while I'm gone.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slide into her. “I belong to you, honey.”
Fucking right she does. The possessive beast in me roars with satisfaction. Yeah, leaving her for two days is going to be hell, but coming home? That'll be worth every fucking second I'm gone.
Her body tightens around me as I thrust inside her, claiming every inch. “That's it, baby. Take all of me.”
She whimpers, her head falling back against the wall. The sight of her—flushed and wanting, wearing nothing but black lace—drives me wild. My hips snap faster, and I know neither of us is going to last long.
“Shawn,” she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please...”
“Come for me,” I demand, sliding my hand between us to rub her clit. “Now.”
My baby shatters around me, her pussy clenching as she cries out my name. The feel of her walls pulsing around my cock sends me sailing over the edge. With one final thrust, I bury myself deep and come hard, growling against her neck.
For a moment, we stay like that, both breathing heavy, her legs still wrapped around my waist. God, I love this woman more than I thought myself capable of.
The moment is shattered when my phone buzzes in my pocket, reminding me I have to leave.
“Fuck,” I mutter, carefully setting her onto her feet. Lexi’s legs wobble slightly, and I can't help but smirk. “You good?”
She smooths down her hair, giving me a satisfied smile. “I am now.”
Little smartass.
Shaking my head with a grin on my face, I tuck myself back into my jeans and grab my bags while she pulls on one of my T-shirts. Her in my clothes, looking thoroughly fucked, makes me want to call Viper and tell him to find someone else to go in my place.
But this is an important run, and there’s no way I’ll let the club down. Duty calls.
“Remember what I said,” I tell her, checking my phone to see a text from Trigg that he’s already outside. “Be good for Trigg, and no going anywhere alone.”
Lexi follows me downstairs, her bare feet silent on the steps. “I know, I know. I'll be good.”
At the door, I pull her against me for one last kiss. “You better be. And, baby?”
She lifts her head, her green eyes looking glassy like she might cry. “Yeah?”
“When I get back, we're christening every inch in this house.”
Her cheeks flush pink, but the watery look is now replaced with heat. Good, that’s exactly what I wanted. “Promise?”
“You can fucking count on it.” Forcing myself to let her go, I head for my bike. If I don't leave now, I know that I never will.
As I swing my leg over my bike, I look back at her standing in the doorway. My shirt hanging off her shoulder, her lips still swollen from my kisses.
Mine.
Two days, I remind myself. Surely, I can survive two days away from her.
Even with the little pep talk, I know they're going to be the longest two fucking days of my life.