Bleeding Love(55)

“I’m sorry,” she says, laughter leaving her face.

Pulling her tighter to me, I press my lips to her temple. “Don’t be sorry for wanting me. Don’t ever be sorry for that, darlin’. You just have no idea how small that thread of my control is right now and as much as I crave your sweet body, we both know it can’t happen.”

“I know, Lee.”

And fuck me if that doesn’t go straight to my cock too.

Trying to think of a way to distract my need to fuck her, I ask, “Want to tell me why you and Molly both about lost your mind at the mention of gum earlier? I swear I thought I was going to go down, you two were laughing so hard.”

“You’re our gum,” she bizarrely tells me.

“I’m not real good at understanding code, darlin’.”

I move my arm when she pushes up and wait for her to settle. Instead of doing that at my side, one long leg comes up and settles at the opposite hip of her other. Her ass lands mid-thigh and both of her hands come up to my neck, curling around and then she leans in. Her face just inches from my own. I reach out and settle my hands to her hips and wait for her to speak. Enjoying the way she feels in my arms like this a little too much and vow to have her riding my cock like this real soon.

Her voice brings me out of my thoughts and I look into her eyes as she speaks.

“You, Lee. You are the chewy, icky, sticky, bubblegum that will never come off.”

“Still not following, baby,” I mutter against her lips.

“Well, I guess you aren’t the gum. More like the one I want to stick the gum to. Or whatever. It makes a lot more sense when it comes from a five-year-old.”

“Yeah, I’m guessing it does,” I laugh. “Care to add on to that a little?”

Her head tilts in the most adorable way.

“Please,” I try, earning me a curl of her small nose.

“It’s really nothing. Actually it is nothing. It’s silly. Just something that Izzy had said and Molly heard, then of course I explained in kid terms. So, I don’t think it really makes sense, you know, to a man and all, if I explain it like I did to Molly.”

If I thought her actions were cute before, this stuttering and rambling version of her takes the cake.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” she tells me.

“I’ve been inside you. What I mean,” I rush to finish when her eyes narrow, “Is that I’ve seen every inch. Touched, licked and kissed those inches. There is not one thing you should ever feel embarrassed about with me, Megan.”

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Yeah. Give it to me, baby.”

And she does. God, does she. And in that moment I make a note to make sure Izzy Reid gets one hell of a thank you delivery of flowers.

“I might have been a little nervous this morning and blurted out to Izzy that I thought . . . that maybe you had . . . shit, okay, it just slipped out that you were maybe my boyfriend. Or had made me your girlfriend. But now, saying that out loud and to your face makes it sound kind of silly. Boyfriend and girlfriend, I mean. The label, that is.”

I smile and she drops her head to mine.

“I told you it was embarrassing,” she exhales.

“No, it isn’t. The rambling you do when you’re nervous is cute, darlin’, that’s all. So cute that it hits me right between my legs, so I would say that isn’t embarrassing at all. I’m not huge on labels, but if that’s what you need to know you’re mine and I’m yours, then they work for me.”

“Oh, okay,” she says with red cheeks.

“God, you’re cute.”

Her lips curl and I pull my head from the back of the couch to give her a kiss, not deep, but I still feel it just the same and I’m fighting the urge once again to take her.

“And when did bubblegum come into play?” I ask.

“Right,” she breathes. “So Izzy may have told me that you guys—all of you guys—have a history of this.”

I feel my brows pull in and wait, not sure about where this is going.

“I mean . . . this is kind of hard to explain, but she kind of said that all of the guys, your dad, Axel, and all the way down to Cohen, have a way about making someone yours. A way that, when it happens, sticks forever. Molly was curious, having heard that, but not understanding everything else, and asked what it meant to be stuck together forever. So, I told her it was like bubblegum.”

I nod, loving everything she’s said, but still not getting the damn gum.

“Right. So, the best way to explain it to her was to tell her how being stuck together or wanting to be stuck together is a feeling and not really being stuck, but if it wasn’t just a feeling, it would be like wanting to have someone as close as possible and that feeling is like being stuck with chewy, sticky bubblegum.”