Page 89 of Dove
I look up at Sean and we both laugh. I kiss him once, then twice. The same familiar fire for him I’ve felt for almost twenty years creeps up my center. At just over fifty he has more salt in his beard than pepper but he’s fitter than most twenty-five-year-olds. He’s in better shape now than he’s ever been, after years of massage, acupressure and osteopathic healing for his slipped disc. Not to mention he’s continued his intense training sessions almost daily. He still works with the Vet hospital and even helped Buck move back home with his wife ten years ago, after life-changing surgery gave him more use of his upper body and back.
With mostly the same crew after all these years and Wolfe still president, the Hounds of Hell has settled into a phase of peace, forming a truce with the clubs they once had conflicts with. Sean has definitely calmed down some since our early days. He’s still got the same fire inside him, but he’s really settled into our family and into being a dad. I know there are still things he has to do in the name of the club, but I’ve always lived on aneed-to-know basis with those things and it’s worked well to balance the club life and our family life.
“Okay, my love.” I reach up and kiss him. “I’m going to get Rhys’s cake.” I nod toward the staircase below the porch that leads to our cold cellar. “Check on Max?” I ask. “He’s with your mom.”
Sean groans and leans in, kissing me just a little longer. “Later … you’re mine,” he rasps.
“Deal,” I tell him.
“Fuck, I love you,” Sean smacks my ass then squeezes it tight.
“I love you too, baby,” I whisper back, kissing him then turning on my heel to head down the steps while he goes inside. Since meeting him, there hasn’t been a day gone by that I haven’t felt loved and safe. Sean Hunter healed a hole in my heart after my mother’s death. He gave me stability and a family of my own, and I’m grateful for him every single day I get to wake up beside him.
I stop to grab Rhys’s grad cap out of my car that I’m definitely making him wear while we eat cake, even though he’ll hate it. As I walk, I think about our life and how it’s passing by in the blink of an eye. The king of my family isn’t a knight in shining armor with sweet words and a squeaky-clean appearance. My king is the vice president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club. An outlaw. Always clad in black and leather. He’s messy, depraved and loves me with every fiber of his being, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. This life I live is only possible because Sean knew we were meant to be the moment he laid eyes on me. Even when I wasn’t sure, Sean never wavered and he knew enough for the both of us.
We’re as permanent as my name inked under his eye and the dove on my shoulder that now has his name scrawled below. We’re unstoppable. Unshakable. Infinite. It’s something I haven’t doubted since that first week with him.
The crickets are loud and plentiful as I crack the door to the cellar. I step over the threshold and flick the light on, crossing the clean dry space to where our extra fridge and chest freezer are. I’m thinking about where the birthday candles are when I open the door to the fridge, but the moment I do, the light in the space flicks off. I flinch and my breath hitches when I feel strong arms wrap around me. The moonlight shines in the small window under the porch.
I spin around in his arms and look up into the green eyes I’ve never been able to resist.
“So, you want to help me with the cake then?” I ask, one eyebrow raised.
Sean slowly shakes his head as his hands slide down my waist. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, understanding what he wants as I breathe evenly, starting to back up slowly.
“Hmmmm.” I look up to the ceiling thoughtfully. “Are you trying to fuck me in our cellar while our guests wait upstairs?”
“Fucking right I am, little dove,” he growls at the precise moment I turn on my heel to sprint the few feet to the door, knowing just what he wants. For me to put up a fight.
I’ve just grabbed the handle when Sean reaches over and stops me, pulling my hips back so my ass slams into his rock-hard cock. He groans as his hand slides over my hip to cup my pussy from behind.
“No, Layla.Stay.”
I moan as I let him do exactly what he wants with me. Sean Hunter never has to worry, because I’m never going anywhere.
