Chapter 16
GHOST
She’s angry, and she has every right to be. I should have told her the truth, not Haze. But by the time Prez told me he gave Haze permission to tell her what really happened, it was too late. He’d already opened his big fucking mouth.
I’m going to talk with him later, but right now I need to handle my woman.
“I fucked up with the Daisy thing, all right? If I could go back, I’d tell Haze he can fuck off with his marker because I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so used to doing whatever the club needs that I put my own feelings last, as usual.”
“No, you put my feelings last,” she throws in my face, and she’s not wrong. The weight of my past mistake still hangs in the air. “I’m sure it was no hardship getting your dick sucked by some hot blonde.”
“I didn’t even come. I pushed her off me,” I remind her.
“Well, perhaps one of your club brothers can give me a little lick, I’ll stop before I come, and we can call it even?” she sasses, and I see red at just the thought of another man touching her.
“We all know that’s not going to happen,” I rumble, clenching my jaw.
I’ve killed men for less.
“I will never hurt you again, sunshine. I promise you. Give me another chance, that’s all I’m asking. I’ll prove it to you. Can we start over?” I ask her, moving onto the bed and straddling her thighs.
She lies back and glares up at me. “I know I’m not as strong as the other old ladies, Ghost. But that doesn’t mean I’m a pushover.”
“Just because you’re not loud doesn’t mean you’re not strong, Xanthe.
You think just any woman would be able to put up with me?
Even my brothers are scared of me. There is strength in your gentle, feminine energy,” I say, giving her a slow once-over.
“And you’ve put me in my place time and time again, sunshine.
Fuck, you are beautiful. That dress is perfect on you. ”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“See… you have a backbone. You are perfect the way you are. Perfect for me,” I rasp, placing my hands on either side of her head. “Forgive me, sunshine. I hurt you, and I never wanted to do that.”
She reaches up to touch my face, playing with my beard. “I don’t like the thought of you being with another woman, and Daisy really rubbed it in my face. Her words replayed in my head so many times.”
I hate that the bitch took up space in Xanthe’s head because of my actions.
“She won’t be an issue anymore,” I promise, lowering my face to kiss her neck. I’ve never been like this with another woman, so affectionate. Xanthe has no fucking idea how much power she has over me or how dangerous she really is because I’d do fucking anything for her.
I’d burn down the world if it made her smile.
“I love you, Xanthe. You have nothing and no one to worry about. I don’t see anyone else,” I say, sucking on her earlobe. “Now, stop being angry at me, please.”
“You even look at any of the club girls, and I’m going to—”
“I’ve never gone down on any of them. I’ve never kissed any of them. I’ve never held any of them. Fuck, I’ve barely spoken to any of them. I was waiting for you.”
“Well, you didn’t exactly wait.”
I kiss away her rant.
If she only fucking knew.
I’d kill all of them to keep her, then I’d sleep like a baby at night with her body against mine.
“And I want you to make love to me, Ghost. I’m ready, I’ve been ready,” she whispers against my lips, sliding her hands down my back.
“I don’t want you to regret it,” I admit, cupping her tits through her dress.
“I’d never regret you being my first.”
“Right now?” I growl, sucking on her lower lip. “I wanted to make it special, maybe book a hotel and have a nice dinner first.”
“I don’t need all of that, Ghost. I just need you, and that big, thick cock inside me right now,” she pants, and my mind roams back to the scene I read in that book, the one where the hero takes the heroine’s virginity.
The heroine had said something similar to get the hero to lose control and fuck her. Is that what she wants from me?
“Are you sure?” I ask her, sliding her dress up her legs and thighs, revealing a red lace thong. “Fuck, little one. You trying to kill me?”
The fact that she’s been walking around in this all night…
She sits up so I can pull off the dress, and my mouth waters, staring at her in nothing but the red lace bra and thong.
“How the fuck are you even real?” I mutter to myself.
No, better yet, how the fuck is she mine?
I know she hasn’t forgiven me for what happened with Daisy and Haze, and not telling her the truth about it, but I meant what I said.
I’m done blindly helping this club.
Xanthe comes first, and I’ll walk before I willingly hurt her again.
But the truth is, the club needs me. No one is as fucked up as me and is willing to do the dirty jobs.
Well, maybe Angel.
I undress, and don’t miss her eyes lingering on my body, especially on my abs, the only part of my torso that isn’t inked.
Yeah, she likes those.
I see when she notices the sun tattoo. Her eyes widen, and her head tilts to the side.
“That’s for you. Right on my heart.”
“Ghost…” Her gaze softens.
Lying back on the bed, I lift her over me so she’s straddling me. “I need to get your name on me next.”
“Really? I love that. I love putting my name on things that belong to me.”
Fuck.
“Sit on my face, Xanthe, and put your hands on the headboard. I need to fuck you with my tongue before I fuck you with my dick.”
She goes to remove her bra.
“No, keep it on,” I demand, and like a good girl, she lets her hands drop as she reaches for the headboard, lowering her pussy right onto my mouth.
“You have such a pretty pussy.”
Sliding her thong to the side, I let my tongue do the apologizing for me.
See, sometimes I do have good ideas.