Page 60 of Outlaw Xmas
“Shit!” The coil inside her broke and a rush of pleasure took her away. She was floating on a carpet of rose petals, vanilla-scented candles lit all around her. She arched her back and his wonderfully strong hands cupped her tits.He’s so fantastic. He’s everything to me.
“I love you,” she rasped as she gazed at him: eyes closed, face scrunched, low grunts as he pumped the last of his seed inside her.
“Fuck, Belle. That was… fuck.” With a strong hand on her neck, he brought her down to him and kissed her passionately.
Her knees gave out and she collapsed on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around her.
They stayed like that for a long time, and she’d thought he’d fallen asleep as goose bumps covered her and she shivered; the water had grown very cool.
“You cold?” His baritone voice washed over her.
“Yes. I can put some more warm water in.” She reached for the faucet, but he pulled her hand back.
“Let’s get out and have a few drinks.”
He dried her off tenderly and she did the same to him; then they kissed passionately, clinging to one another, and finally went into the bedroom. He built a fire, then came over with the two glasses and the half-drunk bottle of wine.
Handing her a full glass, he clinked it against his.
“To us, baby. Forever.” He smiled, the lines around his eyes fanning out.
“Forever plus one,” she said softly.
They drank slowly, laughed heartily, and talked about whatever came into their heads. The hours spread before them.We have all night.
She knew he would make love to her and then in the morning before they picked up Harley and Ethan, he’d fuck her hard and rough.
The next day, she’d go back to doing the laundry, picking Harley up at school, helping Ethan with his homework, fixing dinner, and a slew of other things that made up her daily routine. Banger would go back to worrying about whatever the problems were with the club.
But that night was all theirs.
And she had every intention of making the most of it with her husband.
Chapter Eighteen
Hawk
Sitting behind thecounter in his shop, Hawk rubbed the back of his neck and stared down at his phone: fifteen unanswered texts. Clenching his jaw, he pushed the phone away.This shit stops today.For the past two days, he’d humored Cara, expecting her to come home and chew his ass out, but she hadn’t. She’d taken the kids and left, running to her parents. His father-in-law had called him the day she’d come over, said she was upset and she’d probably cool down. Knowing his mother-in-law, Hawk wouldn’t be surprised if she was encouraging Cara to stay longer. He sneered.The bitch has never liked me.But he put up with family dinners, charity fundraisers, and a host of other activities Cara’s family did together because he loved her and wanted Isa and Braxton to be close to their grandparents. Cara was very close to her parents, especially her father, and Hawk didn’t want to put her in the middle. He was cool with his father-in-law; it was Cara’s mother who could be a pain in the ass. She never butted in except when they’d had a fight or Cara was upset with something. Then she would suggest that maybe Cara should’ve married someone from her background—her class.
I bet she’s having a fuckin’ field day with this.
“Is Kimber here?” Throttle asked, coming up to the counter.
Hawk jerked his head up. “I didn’t hear you come in, dude. She went to Silverton to pick up some parts, should be back in an hour or so. When she gets back, I’m gonna cut out of here. I got some shit to do.”
Throttle fidgeted in place, gripping the edge of the counter. “You got any beer?”
Hawk chuckled. “Starting kinda early, aren’t you? I got some in my office fridge. Help yourself.”
As Throttle left, one of his employees, Patrick, came in. “Sorry I’m late, Hawk. Uncle Banger wanted me to pick up some stuff for him in Mount Vista. He said you’d be good with it. Did he call you?”
“No, but it’s cool. Take over the counter. I’ll be in my office.”
Throttle came back in and sat in one of the leather chairs, his legs stretched out and a can of beer in his hand. “Make yourself comfortable,” Hawk said.
Throttle laughed. “I am. If it keeps snowing like this, Rags and I are gonna make a mint.”
“Did you pick up Allard Food Mart? Rags was telling me a couple of weeks ago that they were interested.”
