Honestly, it wasn't like I had a master plan for dealing with the Dragons. But I wanted to help, damn it.
I wanted him to listen, give me a chance, help me help them save daddy.
“We need to get ready to leave. I've said all I'm gonna say about this shit, and we'll part ways at this clubhouse tomorrow, assuming the Prez finalizes a viable plan for cleaning up this damned mess.”
“Leave? Where are we going?”
“You deserve better than this shitty cot for a good night's rest. I booked a place in town for us tonight. Let's roll.”
The motel wasn't super fancy, but my aching shoulders didn't care. The bed was a huge improvement over the beat up cot we'd spent several nights on, and even that felt like heaven after the two unforgettable nights I'd had nightmares in the dark, rusty storage unit.
We grabbed burgers and headed to our room without saying much. I wasn't going to keep fighting him on my offer for assistance. Not today, anyway.
The tension rolling off him was so thick I could feel it curdling the air.
Asphalt's entire god-like body rippled in a constant state of tension, just how men always felt when they were about to go off to war.
Neither of us knew when the trumpet would sound and he'd have to ride off to Portland, or God only knew where. As much as I wanted daddy home and the Dragons buried so all of this could end, I feared for him.
He had to feel it in my touch. I caressed him a little more gently, and hugged him tighter than before, throwing my arms around his strong neck and pulling him to my lips.
We'd be fucking soon, both of our bodies begging for it as we twisted playfully in bed, the TV chattering away on low volume behind us. Deep down, I prayed it wouldn't be the last time, but if it was, then I had to make this the best night he'd ever have in his life.
“Fuck, babe, you've got a kiss men will kill for,” he growled, pulling his lips away from mine after he'd already heated my mouth to about a thousand degrees.
“Yeah? How many men?” I teased, running my fingers down the middle of his chest, trying not to bite my lip while my touch reminded me how hard, how strong, how ferocious he really was.
“Don't bullshit me,” he snarled, folding his arms around my waist and flipping me over, until I lay underneath him, my legs spread wide. “You already know I'm the only one who'll ever own this pussy. You're wearing my brand, Elle Jo, and I'm gonna live to see lightning inked all over you.”
“Mmm,” I said, running my ankles up over his thick calves. “Guess that means you'll have to come home to me safe, after all this is over.”
“I will fucking die for you, baby girl.” His green eyes and the thunder in his voice turned deadly serious, making my breath catch in my throat. “But not this time. I'm not leaving this earth 'til I've fucked you a thousand times and watched you get fat from all the kids I'm putting in you. I'm not fucking leaving.”
“Pig! You're really set on this baby thing, aren't you?”
The crass promise made me laugh. I pushed at his chest, making sure to dig my fingernails in past his shirt, just deep enough for him to feel how bad I wanted it.
“Yeah, baby, I fucking am. I've already got your ring, your brand, your heart. I want the rest, Elle Jo, and you'd better believe I'm aching every damned night to knock you the fuck up. If you hadn't already been so sloppy with that birth control shit, I'd have flushed your pills down the fucking toilet, I want it so bad.”
Okay, I officially had a madman on top of me.
But instead of flipping out or cowering in horror, my pussy melted in my jeans. His insanity turned me on like nothing else, the same raw, masculine possession that made me his before I'd accepted it, when I was just a naive little girl.
“You're talking crazy, baby,” I whispered softly, running one hand across his cheek. “Daddy's going to need my help when you bring him home. I need to find a good job. He sent me to college for a reason, and I'm not exactly a stay-at-home kinda gal. You know that.”
“Babe, you know I do. And I don't give a single fuck,” he growled, silencing me with his tongue in my mouth before I could say anything back. “You're giving me a kid, and it's gonna happen soon. I'll take care of the rest. The club'll help your old man, once we see how fucked up he is, and I'll make sure you get a good job.”
I smiled, shaking my head, already knowing what he was about to suggest.
“You already learned that Mandarin shit. The club's gaining more international business all the time. No reason you can't learn Russian or German or Japanese, too. Shit, you can learn whatever the fuck they speak in the north pole for all I care, just as long as you're happy.”
Laughing, I punched him playfully. Asphalt smiled, and wrestled me harder into the covers.