Page 40 of Make or Break

I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. “What the fuck for?”

Her brows crinkled. “You want me there?”

“That bed won’t break itself in.”

She leaned toward me. “I’m being serious, honey.”

“Right. I can’t stay away from you. The last four days have been pure hell. I don’t like us hiding, but for the time being - this gives us a way to see if —”

“If what?” she asked.

Her blue eyes were intent on mine. I couldn’t hold back with her.

“If we got staying power.”

She lifted her head in a very slow nod. “If we do have staying power, what then? Don’t you think you’ll lose your patch? And your job?”

I didn’t think that, I knew it. Hell, there was a chance I’d lose my life if the brothers took my tat in the vicious way most clubs stripped colors. The concern in her gorgeous eyes gutted me.

“Not sure, babe. It isn’t their fucking business - not yet.”

That was the problem. Nobody should get a say in who I took as my old lady.

Shit. Was I thinking that already?

“Do you have sheets?”

My lips tipped up. “No. We’re hittin’ WalMart on the way there.”

“That’ll be fun.”

I had to lower her expectations.

“Mick.”

She turned to me. “Yeah?”

“We aren’t living together. Your brothers will catch on.”

She tilted her head - defiance gleaming in her eyes. “Let me worry about them. Gives me the perfect opportunity to tell them to mind their own business.”

“Woman, stop. Let’s move this inside,” I said against Mickayla’s lips.

Our make-out session in the hot tub had started out slow and easy, but with dogged determination, Mickayla had slid her hand into my trunks. She’d been jacking my cock and demonstrating how talented she was with her fingers alone. I was so close to blowing my load it wasn’t funny - and where would that leave her?

She trailed her lips from mine along my beard to my ear. “Nope. You’ll be cold and dripping. Besides, I like this. I want to see you come undone in my hand. Bonus, it won’t be on your stomach.”

I moved so my lips were at her ear. “No, I’ll recover and come inside you, once you get there, too.”

Her head eased back an inch. “Did you bring the condoms?”

I arched my brows and grinned. “Got tested the day I left you, pulled a favor and had Blood put a rush on it. I’m clean.”

She wiggled out of my hold, and kept wiggling, water sloshing. It took me a minute to understand.

“Are you taking your bottoms off?”

“You better believe it. I had no idea you got tested, so we’re doing this here. Now.”