A Boy I Used to Love(66)

Just like that, I'd never thirst for coffee in the morning ever again.

I enjoyed her for a few minutes, loving the way her hips moved. I placed my hands against them, memorizing those moves, knowing they'd forever haunt my heart and make me wish for the next chance to taste her and have her.

We were together now, and it felt right. Not everything was perfect, but the woman I loved was in my bed, in my arms, and in my care.

There wasn't much more I could ask for in life.

My trail of kisses up her body was a slow seduction, stealing every fucking second of the morning that I could grab. I had ten years to make up for, plus the rest of my life.

I paused at her breasts and gently ran my nose against her nipples one at a time, watching them shiver, becoming hard nubs.

I kissed again and worked up to her mouth. I brought my lower half to her and felt her body welcome me with a warmth like a blanket on a cold night.

As I sank into her, Lacey let out a whimper and bit my bottom lip. She shut her eyes, and I felt her hips quivering beneath me. She was starting to come already.

Nothing made me feel more powerful than I did at that moment, controlling her pleasure.

I pulled back like the hammer of a gun and slammed forward. Lacey let out a cry and crunched herself forward. I wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close to my chest. I kissed the top of her head as I started to fuck her, to love her.

She bit at my chest, hard, letting out groan after groan as I had her the way I wanted her.

The sunlight peeked through the cracks in the blinds. The world was waking up, and most of it was on its way to work.

Just another wild day in this saga between myself and Lacey.

But this … fuck, I could have this every morning for the rest of my life.

I sucked in a breath as I felt my cock throbbing, ready to let go.

Lacey looked up at me, her eyes beautiful.

"I love you, darlin'," I whispered.

Then I kissed her and released myself.



I stood in the doorway when she opened the shower curtain. She was already wearing a towel.

"Damn," I said. "Thought I was getting a show."

"You've had enough of a show. I have things to do today."

"Like what?"

"I have to go check on Axel's mother," she said.

"Oh. How is she … "

Lacey frowned. "It's not all that great. But it never is for me. The goal at this point is comfort."

"Shit," I said. "He hasn't told anyone else. Too proud, I think."

"I'm glad he at least has you. And his sister. But she seems like she's itching to leave."

"I can't imagine that's an easy thing to watch happen," I said.

"It's not," Lacey said. She stepped out of the shower.

As she tried to move by me, I put my hand out and stopped her. "Hey."

"Hey," she said, looking at me with a seductive grin.

"I want you to come with me to a barbecue."

"What?"

"Tate is having one. He does them often. Gets all the guys from the shop together. They bring dates and stuff. Whatever. It's … "

"Do you ever bring a date?"

"I never went before."

"Why not?"

"Not sure. I just didn't go. Tate told me I have to be there this year or he's cutting my dick off."

"Well, I don't want that to happen."



       
         
       
        

"Exactly."

"So, it's my job to save your dick," Lacey said.

God, I loved how fucking spunky she was now. She let her heart open and let her hair down. There was still pain hiding in those eyes of hers, but we let it all out. We both understood what that decade apart did to us. "Far from perfect but perfect" was an illusion of the eye.

I touched her face and kissed her. "I'm serious, darlin'. I want you with me. Hang with the guys. They're my family. They're my only family, Lacey. After whatever happened with you and with my shop, I cut everyone out. I cut everything out. Even when I came to St. Skin, I hid a little. I want to show you off."

"Show me off?" she asked.

"Damn right. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You've had me from day one. I want to show that off. I wanted make all those clowns jealous."

"A bunch of unruly tattoo artists partying and a barbecue?"

"To be fair, there will be more than just tattoo artists there."

"Well, I stand corrected."

I slipped my hand into hers. "I'm serious, Lacey. I want everything with you. What we have right now is amazing. I like this. I love it. Shit, I love you. But we have to be cooped up all the time in here, you know?"