“You’re getting old.”
“Nah, man, just happy. Just happy,” I reply, grinning when he scowls sourly and flips me the bird.
“How’s Tracy?”
That earns me another scowl.
“Stay out of it, Miah.”
“But, Jace—”
“No. Just mind your business and leave this alone. Tracy and I are not going to happen, and that’s final.”
Stubborn asshole. He should know by now that Ma’s already gotten wind of Tracy being back in town. She’s probably already got her own plans in place to get the woman home where she would have been years ago if Jace weren’t such an ass.
I sit back with a smile and close my eyes for the ride home. Things are looking up. Clari was right. All it takes is a little patience and some praying.
Chapter Fourteen
Clara
I’m asleep when I feel lips coasting up my leg before stopping at my thigh to nibble and lick at the sensitive skin below my butt.
I stay still and languid, enjoying the sensation as Miah raises the tee shirt I stole from his closet and pushes at my underwear with an impatience that makes me want to giggle.
“Hey, babe, you awake?” he asks, ripping at my panties before I can reply.
Someone’s impatient tonight, I muse, moaning softly when he tears the silk in half, exposing my lower body to his lips and hands.
Those large hands settle on my butt and start kneading as his lips glide up from the small of my back to the nape of my neck.
“Babe.”
“M’wake,” I grumble, gasping when his mouth opens over my pulse point and sucks strongly enough to leave a mother of a hickey on my flesh. “Miah.”
“Hmmm?”
The hand on my butt gives me one last squeeze before he pushes his fingers between my legs from behind and seeks out the moist heat awaiting him.
“Are you okay?”
I ask him this every time he leaves and comes back to me, even though I know that he is.
“Fine, babe. Ahh, there it is. You’re always so ready to take me, Clari.” He sighs happily when one of his fingers slides through my cleft and straight up into me.
I can’t help moaning when he crooks his finger and hits my G-spot without so much as a cursory search.
“Ah, yes, right there, Miah,” I moan when he presses deeper and starts rubbing at that spot I hadn’t known existed till I met him.
It feels so god when he keeps rubbing that I pump my hips back, despite knowing that it will only make him go slower.
“Babe, hold still for me,” he warns, pressing higher, making me desperate when he pulls his finger out and pushes back in.
“Ah, please. Take me, Miah. Please. I need you.”
It always ends this way and it never gets old. I have to be at the point of begging before he relents, and even now, as he slides into me from behind and keeps me pinned beneath him, the rhythm he sets is slow and torturous.
I feel every movement of him from this angle, and he goes so deep it hurts in that good way that tells me I’m taking his full length easily.
“That’s it, babe, take what I give you. You feel me, Clari?” he growls, using his hands to span my waist as he lifts slightly and tunnels deeper, harder, making love to me as if he hasn’t seen me in days instead of just hours.
“Oh, Clari, babe, I love you so much. You’re so soft and warm. Do you feel my heart beating? That’s yours, Clari, all yours.” He groans, pushing in only to pull out and push back in with a growl that reverberates through every cell I have.
“I love you, too. Oh, deeper, yes, just like that.”
The rhythm becomes choppy after a few more minutes, and I feel that heat coil deep inside my belly before I erupt around him, lost to the world in those few precious seconds when all I feel is the pleasure and the way he stiffens before flooding me with his heat.
I love what comes next, the way he nibbles and kisses me as he struggles for breath before turning to his side and spooning me.
He never fails to whisper how much he loves me or how thankful he is that we found each other.
“We finally made some headway. Roman’s in with Dobson’s daughter, and she’s sworn to keep him in till they get to the militia part of things.”
The softly spoken words are filled with pride, but I hear the concern in his voice and feel a pang at the thought of Roman being in such danger, and for what? Because a few cops and some extremist knuckleheads just can’t stop being greedy or prejudiced against others who aren’t like them?
“Good, I’m glad something happened for you guys. I’m tired of watching Roman sulk and Jace mope around because he’d rather be in on this op than go after his girl.”
Miah laughs and hugs me closer, distracting me with tiny kisses at my nape.