Page 21 of Bullet

“You trust me to take care of you, and trust goes both ways. I’m trusting you to keep quiet. If in the future you choose not to know⁠—”

“I want to know!” I jump in. “I’m glad you’re able to share with me.”

He cups my cheek and smiles, “There may be times when I can’t tell you things. Club business remains in the club, but I promise you that whenever I can, I’ll never leave you in the dark.”

I rest my head on his shoulders. “It’s been a very long day.”

He chuckles, and the sound makes me smile. “My girl needs a hot bath and bed.” He kisses my temple, then shifts me off him, coming to his feet. “I’ll run you a bath. You can soak in the tub while I clean up the kitchen.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t. I do it because my woman likes to wake up in a tidy house without dishes lying around. I get it, because I like it that way too. Bath first, though,” he says and gives me a wink before moving away. Puss leaps off the sofa and follows him.

A few short days ago, I was living in a small world, and my sole focus was the school and my job. Who would have thought a leaky roof could lead to an extraordinary man coming into my life? Bullet is like no other man I’ve ever met. It’s not just his sexy grin, his magnificent body, or his amazing blue eyes that I could lose myself in. It’s his confidence. He knows who he is and what he wants. Bullet has lived through horrible situations, yet he chose to become the man he is. And through all his hardship, he’s still a caring man who wants to take care of me.

I didn’t think men like that existed anymore. Most of the men I’ve met have been too involved with their careers to spend time on a relationship. I thought a work-life balance would be hard to find, but with Bullet waiting for me, I can’t wait to come home and sit at the dinner table to hear about his day.

“Babe, the water’s waiting for you,” he calls in his low, sexy voice.

I go to him, but instead of walking into the bathroom, I stop to take his hand and tug him along with me. “I need you to wash my back,” I say. I’m finding my inner diva. First, I lunged at him in my kitchen, and now I’m asking him to bathe with me. I’ve never been this brazen.

Bullet doesn’t hesitate to unbutton my blouse, leaving it open as he wraps his hand around the back of my head and kisses me so deeply that I feel his warmth all the way down to my toes. My hands glide under the soft material of his T-shirt as I press closer to his chest. I move my hands over his sculpted abs as his hands grip my ass, pressing me against him.

After Bullet finally drags his mouth from mine, he promptly removes my blouse and bra and tears off his T-shirt. I’m as worked up as he is and take off the rest of my clothes, but before I can step into the tub, I find myself backed into the door. With one hand, he holds both of mine over my head and plunders my mouth again. I feel a tingle of excitement run through me. His free hand finds its place between my legs.

“Thank God you’re already wet for me,” he murmurs hoarsely against my lips. His finger slides inside me. My body immediately responds, moving with the pace of his hand. Bullet tears his mouth away, but his eyes are locked on mine. “I want to see you come for me.” The words alone are enough to send me over the edge. My breath hitches, a loud mewl escapes my lips, but I never waver from staring into those beautiful pools of blue. His finger curves inside me, hitting just the spot that has my legs quivering, my stomach clenching, and finally, I succumb to the most magnificent orgasm, while Bullet coos words of sweetness in my ear.

There’s no time to think before he lifts my leg over his hip and thrusts inside my pussy. It aches so good that I beg and moan for more. I can’t understand how I can need him so much when I’ve just had the most amazing orgasm, but I do.

“Aaron, baby,” is all I manage to say when he playfully tweaks my nipple, and I grip his cock tighter.

“Christ, Amelia!” he groans. “Come on, baby. One more time,” he whispers, his breath on my cheek.

“So close,” I respond. He lifts my other leg, and I wrap both of them around his waist. He tilts me into a position where I feel every inch of him inside me. That’s all I need to reach my climax, taking Aaron with me, hearing him moan my name.

Slowly, Aaron moves us from the door. He carries me to the tub and sets me into the water first, then settles in behind me. My back to his front, he cradles me in the warm water.

“Are you good, beautiful?” he asks. I love it when he calls me that.

“Better than good.”

He chuckles.

“This is the good way to end a bad day.” I twist my head to look back at him, and kiss his jaw.

“Best way ever.” He kisses my temple.

Twelve

Interrogation

Bullet

The next day, I drop Amelia off at school and run back to her house to finish the job that Crush and I started. Since Amelia is going to be busy into the evening with parents coming to the school for conference night, Crush and I hang out at the club for a while. With all the Satan’s Pride fathers at the school, I know that Amelia is in good hands, and this gives Crush and me time to go through the financial ledgers. Crush hates this part of the business, and if it were up to him, he’d step back and let me handle it. That’s not what I want.

We’re a partnership, with the rest of the Pride brothers as investors. As much as Crush would prefer to be the worker bee, I refuse to let that happen. Crush is smart. Really smart. The only person who doesn’t see his potential is him.

The brothers know that Crush is capable of doing so much, yet he shies away from taking on responsibilities until they’re thrust upon him. He’s been challenged many times over the last few years. Mainly by Guard giving him projects that push him out of his comfort zone, but it doesn’t stop there. Ghost has been watching over Crush for the last few months, and he’s caught on to Crush’s way to avoid making decisions. Ghost challenges him every time.