46. Shane
46
SHANE
S he was the first person I saw.
I was trying to tell myself I could breathe easier, but there was no light breathing after this. But still. She was here. She was curled up in a ball, in a corner, with a blanket pulled around her. Her chin was propped up on her other arm and she was watching them as they were trying not to watch her back, to make her feel less uneasy.
The second I cleared the door, she saw me too and she took off running for me.
She launched herself in the air and I caught her. Her legs went around my hips. Her arms were hugging me fiercely, and her mouth was on mine. She was hungry, but I grunted, because holy–I was just as hungry right back. My dick was rock hard, sticking up into her ass.
I heard laughing from behind me, but flipped them off as I lifted my head a second. “Room?”
Roanoke had been approaching, but he was fighting back a grin and gestured to the hallway. “Down there. Third door on the left. It’s all yours for the night if you need it.”
I carried her right into it, but as soon as we cleared the door, Kali was off me. She jumped down, and shoved me back. Hard.
Once wasn’t enough, she did it again.
And again.
I barely moved, but I saw the tears and she just kept shoving at me until her hands weren’t leaving my chest and her head was down and her shoulders were shaking.
“Babe,” I whispered, my insides searing from the emotion pouring out of her now.
“You left me!” Her head tipped back, big fat tears streaming down her face, leaving trails but she backed up. Shaking her head. “You left me, and they took my friends. My sister. They could’ve taken you. They could’ve–you left me.”
“Kali.” Jesus, she was broken inside.
I did that. Me. Not her asshole ex.
I broke her.
Never again, I vowed.
Moving in, gently, cautiously, I reached for her and when she didn’t hit at me, or shove away, I pulled her into my arms. I needed to do this the right way. Everything had to be the right way from now on. “Kali, I am so sorry.”
She started to shake her head.
“I am.” My own voice broke. Damn. Damn! I had so much shit to make up for. “I thought you were safe, and I wanted to get your family back as soon as possible. I wanted to keep my guys alive. I wanted to–there’s so much shit I wanted to do and I messed it up, and it gave them an opening to get you. And they did. They got you.” On my watch. My watch.
Never.
Fucking.
Again.
“I’m sorry.”
“They didn’t get me. They almost got me.”
I suppressed a shudder.
I got the call. Roanoke told me how they found her, but she had to pull that trigger. She was in a situation where she needed to reach for a gun to pull the trigger.
I let my head fall to her shoulder.
She tensed at first, but relaxed. A hand came up, catching the back of my head and she held me back.
“They almost got you.”
She moved in closer, hugging me.
God. I needed her. I needed this touch. I needed everything about her.
“I love you.”
She was it for me. It was her or no one.
She had tensed, but I didn’t care. I said it again, “I love you.”
She leaned back, and I lifted my head up.
“No masks, Shane. Your rule.” She was searching me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I love you more than my club.”
A fierce emotion pushed forward in her eyes, shining bright at me. Tears filled them, and she tried blinking them away, clearing her vision but she couldn’t. More and more were flooding her until she reached up, grasping my face. “I love you too, Shane.”
I was lifting her, not even thinking.
I just needed to feel her, hold her. I’d never go a day not needing this.
She hugged me back, just as hard, harder even. Pressing her face into my neck, she broke out against my skin, “I love you so much it scares me.”
I moved my head back until she lifted hers, looking at me and I moved in.
I needed to taste her.
Her mouth opened under mine, and God, she tasted like my ecstasy. Pure heaven. My paradise.
I groaned, wanting more, but she had family that still needed to be rescued. I started to pull away, but she stopped me.
Her hand went to my chest. “No.”
I looked at her again, wanting to make sure I heard her right.
She began to lift herself up so I bent down, and caught her. Lifting her instead.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and they tightened. Her eyes darkened. She bit her lip, but I felt her heart picking up and her breathing deepened. She needed me too. This was for her.
I waited, feeling like she needed to dominate me this time. I didn’t know why I felt it. Could never explain it, but I waited and she reached between our bodies, unzipping me, slipping in, finding my cock. She began working me up, her hand holding me, moving down, sliding up and down. Her thumb moved over my tip, and I let out a breath, because fuck that felt good.
I was already aching for her, felt my balls were ready to burst when she lifted her hips up, going to her own jeans.
I shifted her to one hand, and helped, undoing her pants and then my fingers slid in. So tight. So beautiful. As I moved my fingers up and began a rhythm, she reached back for my dick, returning the favor.
We kept going.
Faster.
A little harder until she let out a small whimper.
That was enough for me.
I lifted her up, kicked her pants off, and I stepped on them, shoving them down the rest of the way. Then I held her up in the air, two hands under arms, and when I moved her back down, she found my dick. She aligned up, and I let her slide down over me.
We both moaned from the contact.
I was inside her and it was perfection. Utter and complete perfection.
We both began to move at the same time. I wanted to go fast, rough. I wanted to burn the feel of me into her soul, but this moment, today was different. It had to be perfection too, so I moved inside of her slow. Delicious.
She gasped, her eyes watching me the whole time, moving with me.
This was both of us together making a moment.
She gave in to me. It hit me on the fourth stroke. What I’d been waiting for from the beginning, it happened, and it happened after all the shit. She was mine, really truly mine.
I’d move mountains for her if I needed.
Anything.
She was mine, and I think she was finally accepting the other truth.
I’d always been hers.