Chapter 4 #2
As we kissed, he moved in and out of me. He moaned into my mouth and I cried into his. He picked up the pace, his groin slapping against my ass, his dick pummeling my pussy. Our lips remained locked; our tongues continued the perfected dance.
There was no question about this, not a single one.
Fabian and I were perfect together, physically and mentally.
In an ideal world, that perfection would spill into a public marriage.
Into us sharing a bed every night in a home we worked to build, and doing all the things that normal couples did.
We could go on dates in our city, take walks holding hands in the park.
He could come to my parents’ house with me for Sunday dinner.
I could go on rides with him and his inked family, the Platinum Ryders, who were so much more than just a group of bikers to him and the community they’d built.
We could be one, out in the open, not just in our hearts.
I cried out when my climax hit, and he stared at me, his face drawn into a grimace as he fucked me through it, then claimed his own release. We fell onto the bed, out of breath but still connected as he rolled onto his side, and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
“Next time I’m ending them,” he whispered, his mouth right up against my ear again a few minutes later when our breaths had almost returned to normal.
“They got a warning this time, just like I’m giving you one.
I pay them to keep an eye on you, that means they better not fuckin’ blink when they’re on duty. ”
“You can’t kill people because I walked out of my house and drove to the airport for a trip I take every year.
” I felt like I needed to say that because I really didn’t want anyone losing their life over a decision I made.
But I knew Fabian was serious. He didn’t bluff and he didn’t lie.
He didn’t have to; his name and reputation were synonymous with swift and decisive action.
“Oh, I definitely can,” he replied. “And I will. Remember that.”
I would. Still, I sighed. “I don’t need bodyguards.
I got into the rental car that Emily reserved and parked on the townhouse lot.
Drove myself to the airport and boarded a plane.
Then I joined my cousins at the ferry, and we came here, to a bed and breakfast that I own.
I’m safe and sound.” And, I had to admit, if only to myself, happier in this moment because I was in his arms. “Besides, Suri’s security is right outside.
Pierce wouldn’t let her leave the country without it. ”
“Smart man,” he said, cupping my breast as he nuzzled my neck. “They’re a good detail. I talked to them when I arrived.”
“So that’s how you got in here. But how did you even know where I was?”
“I planned to kick the fuckin’ door in if I had to.” He nipped my neck, then licked the spot. “But I can be civilized when I need to be.”
A not-so-subtle dig at the lifestyle he led or used to lead.
To the world, or the state of Virginia and a good portion of the East Coast, where he was most known, Fabian had left the rough and presumably illegal lifestyle of the Platinum Ryders.
He’d traded in his vest and patch for tailored suits, designer shoes, and a plush office at the Blackbond Automotive business office where his high six-figure salary looked good on paper.
“You didn’t answer my other question,” I said, not willing to let one of the things I’d been wondering since first hearing his voice tonight pass. “How did you know I was here?”
He was still inside of me, semi-erect now, but he kept me close. He buried his face in the crook of my neck again, then moved to drop a quick kiss on my bare shoulder before lifting his head to reply, “Two weeks after we began dating, I put a tracker on your truck.”
Gasping, I attempted to turn and look at him, but he held me firmly.
“The day after we returned from Vegas as man and wife, I had KC put one on your phone.”
Now, I pushed against him with more effort.
I was a thick girly, always had been and loved every one of my curves.
The stretch marks not so much. But Fury was much taller than my five-foot-nine-inches and his broad, dense build outweighed me by at least sixty pounds.
There was no doubt he was stronger and could’ve easily continued to hold me still, but his grip slackened, and I rolled onto my back to glare up at him.
“You’ve been tracking my truck?” My brow furrowed.
“And, that morning, when we were at your place, and KC dropped by, that wasn’t a coincidence like he said.
He wasn’t just there to check on you since you’d been out of town, you told him to come over so he could put a tracker on my phone?
” I understood every word I’d just spoken sounded creepy, overbearing, and scary as hell.
I should be offended, pissed the fuck off, or even afraid. But I was none of those things.
He brushed the back of his fingers over my jaw, up to my temple, then down again until he cupped my chin.
“I protect what’s mine,” he said solemnly.
“And you’ve been mine since the very beginning, Dakota.
You will always be mine and I will always know where you are.
I will always keep you safe. Even if that means, guards following you everywhere you go, stay posted outside of your house, or me tracking your every step.
Hell, if necessary, I’d buy more of the land near the plant and build you a new office there, so you’d be closer to me during working hours.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, absolutely nothing. ”
I believed every word he’d just spoken and felt unnervingly aroused by them. Reaching up to clasp a hand around his wrist, I rubbed my fingers softly over the spot where his pulse thumped. It matched the rhythmic beating of my heart, causing a slow smile to touch my lips.
“Or you could’ve just called me, and I would’ve told you that I was fine. Spending time with my cousins was what I needed right now.”
“And that’s okay, baby. I want you to have your little girls’ trips and spa days and those monthly shopping sprees that you and Shawna seem to need every month.”
The shopping sprees that he so graciously funded and I happily accepted.
“It’s every other month, thank you very much.
” I grinned because although my main bank account was stacked, my businesses were lucrative and my seven-figure trust fund was still intact, I thoroughly enjoyed being spoiled by my man.
Even if I was the only one who knew he was spoiling me.
He chuckled, and I marveled at how much I loved that sound.
Fury was a hard man. He was raised to be a leader, to command respect on the streets and in every line of business the club was in.
He surrounded himself with killers, and did business with ruthless mob bosses, cartel leaders, mercenaries and in some very dark corners, government agencies.
While Fabian had a softer side, I was certain he only showed me and probably his younger sister although I’d only seen them interact on a couple of occasions—he was generous and supportive, even goofy at times. I loved both sides of him.
“I’m serious, love,” he said, after shifting so that he was on his back and I was tucked under his arm.
“This secrecy shit is over. I want my ring on your finger all day every day. I want us in the same bed every night … at your house, at my house, or hell I’ll just build us a new house.
I just cannot do another day without you. ”
“You’ve had me,” I told him, firm in that truth. “Since day one, you’ve had me, Fabian. I couldn’t deny that even if I wanted to.”
“You know what I mean. I want all of you, out in the open. And that’s not up for negotiation. Not anymore.”
When I hesitated to speak, he simply kissed the top of my head and said, “Go to sleep. In a few hours, you have to show me around this bed and breakfast that I didn’t know you owned, and this island that I’ve never been to before.”
There was finality to his words. A testament to his bossy nature, and, shit, I liked it.
I would never call myself the submissive type, but damn if there wasn’t something about the way Fabian gave me directives that turned me on.
Everything about this man aroused me and drew me to him in a way I’d never imagined experiencing.
He held my heart, and tonight, or rather the very early morning, I would relish his strong arms wrapped tightly around me, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm and the joy he sparked inside of my tumultuous soul.