Chapter 15 A Storm Is Brewing #2
“The beach would be nice,” I say, eager to make the most of the ocean.
We grab a salad from a local café and drive to the beach, which is only a short drive. We get out, and I follow him, my feet digging into the sand as I go. The breeze flutters my hair away from my face. The sound of the ocean is relaxing.
“Thanks for this,” I say, smiling at him. “I needed to get out.” I look around the beach. A few other people are sitting around, a few are walking, and a couple of young families are out, their children playing in the sand.
“Of course. I thought it would be good to get out.”
We eat in comfortable silence, the ocean providing a calming backdrop. Afterward I snuggle up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder and breathing in the salty air. The contrast between now and the last time I was here makes me giggle.
He turns his head toward me, and he has a small smirk on his face. “What are you laughing at?”
“Last time I was here. I cut my wedding dress into pieces. It was sprawled around me where I sat, wearing your clothes.”
He looks at me, amused.
“It’s crazy how quickly things can change,” I continue. “Now I’m here with you. Happy. Last time I was here I was angry and sad.” I’ve come so far.
His big blue eyes soften, and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. I smile at being cocooned in his arms.
“I’m relieved you’re happy. I thought . . .” He briefly closes his eyes as he shakes his head.
“You thought what?” I ask curiously.
He looks out at the water before gazing back at me. “With everything you’ve gone through and then me putting you through the fight, you looked sad . . . not yourself.” He’s observant.
“It all did get to me, but I’ve come to the conclusion that for now I want to live in the moment and enjoy life.” I frown when I think of the choices I have to make.
He cups my chin in his hand. “You say you’re happy, then when you frown like that, I wonder what you’re thinking about.”
I want to be honest. “Us.”
His expression drops.
“I want us to work out.” I swallow the lump in my throat.
“I said we should take it slow, but with you, that’s impossible.
I’m struggling with the fact that I promised myself I’d put me first.” My heart races to a wild uneven beat.
“With you, I seem to be going back to what I did with Tyler. Hoping and praying that you’ll put me first. I can’t handle the fights, but I’m not asking you to choose between me or the fights either.
That is a part of your life, but it’s not doing you any favors.
So, I’ve been struggling with what I should do. ”
His eyes get watery, and my heart aches.
He hugs me tight, like I might run away.
“I’m really sorry,” he says in a sad, brittle voice.
“I know I keep saying it.” He bows his head.
“I hate making you upset. I’ve never had real friends like the men in the club.
They have my back, but I’ve also never loved anyone like I love you. ”
I jolt in surprise. A sense of serene joy flows through me. “You love me?” I ask, grinning from ear to ear.
His smile matches mine. “I do.”
I lunge at him, and we both fall onto the sand, me on top of him. We laugh, then I seal my lips over his, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. There is the right amount of give and take and the right amount of tongue. I’m breathless when I inch back. I feel like I’m floating. “I love you too.”
His face brightens, and he pulls me back down.
I kiss him once more, the same way he kissed me—all-consuming, with tongues dancing, hearts pounding, breath mingling.
There’s a familiarity in his kiss, like I’ve been kissing him all my life.
There’s an effortless connection between us, like we have a soul-level type of love.
We sit up, and my heart could burst with happiness. I pretty much skip back to the truck. Once we get inside, he looks serious, then turns to me and grabs my hands in his. “I’m not going to fight anymore.”
Happiness and guilt collide. My eyes cloud. He chose me. Tears fall. No one has ever done that before. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice breaking as emotions overwhelm me.
He gives me a soft smile, but his eyes are determined. “You mean so much to me. I can’t lose you. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He starts the truck and we drive away.
I feel so elated, so loved. The immense happiness makes more tears fall down my face.
“Aww, beautiful, don’t cry,” he says softly, his voice full of warmth.
I sniffle. “I’m just so happy.”
A small smile curves his lips. “That’s all that matters.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it.
On the way home, I’m grateful. Even through everything, I’m now truly happy, and I’d go through it all again if it meant having Rage at the end of it.
When we pull up at the clubhouse, Milly and Sophie are doing slow laps on motorcycles, with Twitch and Viper watching.
“It’s news to me that the ladies can ride!”
He nods. “Twitch taught Milly, and then Sophie wanted to learn.”
Good on them. They have huge grins on their faces as they’re riding around under the watchful eyes of their partners.
After we park in the shed, we go inside the clubhouse, both walking fast, eager to get into the bedroom.
All I want is his body on mine. We dart up the stairs, both laughing, as my heart thumps.
Once in the room, he slams the door shut with his boot.
We’re both in a rush. I pull my dress over my head while he unzips his jeans and pulls them off.
His eyes grow wide, scanning me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My face flushes from the heat in his gaze. The relief at him being attracted to me and being loved for who I am is powerful. Joy floods my chest, and I feel truly beautiful.
As he takes the rest of his clothes off, he stares at me with hunger, and once he’s naked in all his glory—big, hard dick; tanned skin; and abs for days—I let out a deep sigh.
“You want me, baby?” he asks, his voice husky.
My eyes wander over him and all his deliciousness. “Do I ever!”
He gives me a wicked grin and strides over. We reach for each other, unable to stop ourselves. He pulls me close, then kisses me. Our tongues slide together and our hands roam. He takes control of the kiss and moans when I suck his tongue into my mouth. We slowly step back toward the bed.
While he undoes my bra, he says, “Show me those gorgeous tits.”
My head falls back as I laugh. The bra flutters to the floor, and he looks at me appreciatively.
He cups my heavy breast in his hand and masterfully uses the pad of his thumb to circle my nipple.
I’m dripping wet. He slips his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugs them down.
I’m delighted that the last piece of clothing is gone.
When he comes back to me, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. He sucks in his breath, making his stomach muscles contract. I grip him firmly and stroke his thick length again and again. The skin is velvet over steel, and when I use my thumb to circle the wet and glistening top, he gasps.
Once we reach the bed, I lie down and shuffle into the middle. He crawls on top of me and his eyes sear into mine. Such an attractive man, with a loving soul, and he’s all mine. Part of me can’t believe this is real.
“I love you,” I say, my voice thick with emotion, each word carrying the weight of my feelings.
His beautiful blue eyes brighten. He leans down and kisses me earnestly.
It’s a kiss that sears like a branding and that makes me swoon.
A kiss that promises a future. Heat licks along my spine as he pulls my leg up and hooks it around his lean hips.
I can feel him hard against my entrance.
My skin is super sensitive. My body burns with need.
“I love you too,” he says, before he pushes inside. The contact makes my eyes drift closed. My back arches off the mattress as I stretch to accommodate his wide girth. He groans, and it comes from deep within his chest, which does crazy things to my insides.
Thrusting deep and slow, he works me. He leans down, capturing my nipple in his mouth, greedily swirling his tongue, teasing and tasting.
My head spins. It feels so good. He kisses me again, and I’m met with a demanding tongue.
This isn’t just hot, passionate sex. It’s more than just physical—it’s a connection and a way of pouring our feelings into every touch . . . every kiss.
As he picks up pace, I match his rhythm. My nails digging into his back only increases his speed. Every slam of his hips, every punishing stroke of his cock drives me closer to orgasm. Over and over again he pounds into me. I moan. “Oh, Rage.”
“Fuck, Rose. You feel so good.” His voice is rough and unrestrained, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
We race toward the end together. Our bodies slap together, the bed creaks, our heavy breathing gets louder until I detonate and my world is turned into brilliant colors.
I have never come so hard or for so long.
Everything with him is just so good. It’s raw, intense, and powerful.
He follows me over the edge with a long drawn-out groan.
The tip of his nose runs up my clammy neck, where he places one more lingering kiss, making me tremble. He gives me an indecent satisfied grin. “You’re incredible,” he says. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any prettier than you already were.”
I smile back. My chest feels light, and I have a deep sense of being seen and valued.
His eyes are soft. “Can we stay like this forever?”
I chuckle. “I won’t say no.”
Slowly he takes my lips in a tender kiss. Such a startling gentleness considering how hard he just screwed me.
He carefully gets off me and lies on the bed, then looks down at his dick. “Shiiit.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.
“I forgot to put a condom on. No wonder it felt so good.” He gives me a pointed look. “I blame your perfect tits and pussy.” He smirks. “Such a distraction.”
I laugh out loud. “It’s all okay, I’m on the pill.”
He exhales heavily. “I’m clean. I’ve never not used a condom before.”
That’s comforting, but secretly I’m happy I’m the first. I’m glad he didn’t freak out. He’s a good man, one with flaws, but he’s trying to do better . . . for me, and that’s what matters.