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“Love ya, Lou,” he said in a way that seemed like he didn’t mean it. “But I’ll fuck Lila right here, right now in front of all of you if you don’t get outta my sight in the next thirty seconds. You got somethin’ to say about my life choices? You wanna stick your nose in my business? Be my guest and critique my fuckin’ form.”
“Now,” he practically purred, “you’re gonna take off this sexy little top and spread yourself out for me in my chair. I’m gonna spend the next hour tattin’ the sweet curve of your waist knowin’ you’re gettin’ wet just from the feel of my hands on your skin and my breath bein’ close to your pussy. Then, you give me a good answer for why the fuck you left me cold and alone this mornin’ like some piss-off one-night stand, I’m gonna peel off those shorts and tend to you with my tongue.”
“Hey,” Nova called, pausing as he traced the outline of the tattoo into my skin through the transfer paper. “I got my Flower Child layin’ out for me. You’re gorgeous, Lila, no doubt about it, but you also got my art inked into your skin, years of beauty you and me created together, stamped all over your tight, sweet curves. You think that doesn’t do somethin’ powerful to a man, you’re fuckin’ wrong.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Don’t know what this is beyond fuckin’ necessary ’cause if I don’t get my mouth on you, my cock in you, I think I’ll fuckin’ die, and that’s no joke. But it’s more than fun, it’s more than gettin’ my dick wet to feel good. It’s about you and me explorin’ somethin’ between us that feels like fire.”
He was it. My dream man wrapped up in a sinful package. And he was still completely and utterly forbidden.
We both know life’s short, we only got one day at a time, the moment we’re livin’ right now. I’m tellin’ you, this minute and the next as far as I care to see, I want this with you.”
“Give me a shot. Let me make up for all the times I shoulda kissed you and didn’t.”
“You’re the art, but I’m the artist. Listen to me when I say you’re a goddamn beauty. Hear me when I tell you I’ve never seen a sight hotter than this, you leakin’ to the floor and writhin’ so eager for my cock.”
“Watch me fuck you,” he demanded as he smoothed a hand down my spine, pushing my torso lower so my ass arched high. “Watch how goddamn gorgeous you are takin’ my cock.”
This was my god, my church, my religion all wrapped up in one man, and he had complete power over me, my body, and my heart.
He might not love me the way I loved him, but having him like this was enough. It would have to be.
Nova: Rose are red Violets are blue Don’t pretend you aren’t wet Every time I’m around you
That was the magic of bikers. They were rough-hewn men, ruled by chaos, and claimed by the road, but for the right people, their people, they would lay down their lives with a smile if it meant their loved ones wouldn’t suffer.
told you,” he said darkly as he thrust brutally inside me again, so hard my nerves sung with pain edged pleasure, “to shut up. Now I’m gonna make you come so hard you don’t remember your own goddamn name.”
“You wanna be mine, Li?” he taunted as he fed me his fingers and used his other arm to hike my leg up over his elbow. “Then you show me how well you can take my cock and my cum.”
“Fuckin’ mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“I hope you know, Li,” he murmured, stroking a hand down the long line of my hair. “I do love you. It’s never gonna be enough, but it’s as much as I got in me to give, yeah?” He paused, sensing perhaps how deeply his words scored through me. “But it’s more than anyone else in the whole fuckin’ world, okay?”
“True,” I muttered as he stood and offered me a hand up. “Still, I’m not relishing the thought of going in to see my foster family with their son’s cum leaking down my thighs.” “Mmm,” Nova hummed wickedly, slinging an arm over my shoulder and touching his nose to my hair as he began to lead us inside. “Is it wrong I think that’s hot?”
I’d lost my heart to Nova before I’d even known what love was.
“Told you last time you played games with me, leavin’ me cold and alone in bed, I’d tan your ass you did it again.” “You can’t be serious.” “Fuckin’ deadly,” I bit out as I kneaded the firm flesh of her ass over her silky dress. “I’m gonna spank this sweet ass until it’s cherry red so you feel me for days afterward. Then maybe you won’t be so quick to forget the man currently occupyin’ your bed.”
“Now, be a good girl, Li, and hold still while I tattoo your ass red with my palm.”
I wanted to eat her, fuck her, and spank her all at once.
But I knew no matter how detailed I inked those lies on my body, they would still be fuckin’ fabrications. The truth was, even though my heart was about twice as small as Li’s, I still wanted to give every inch of it to her, hopin’ beyond hope it’d be enough.
The second she wrapped her mouth around me, I started writin’ my vows.
“You think that’s enough for me?” I asked in a voice I didn’t recognize, low and throaty. “When I told you I was a deviant man, what did you think? That you could just spread your legs and I’d step on up? Fuck you vanilla style ‘til our teeth ache with the sweetness of it?”
“I don’t just want your pussy, Lila. I wanna see all the ways I can fill it up and watch it go from pink to red with achy, furious desire. I wanna put my fingers in it when I press my cock into your ass. I wanna lave it with my tongue until you squirm and beg to come in my mouth. You want me to fuck you? I will. But I’ll do it bulldozing every inhibition you might have.”
Lila’s body had been a sacred place for the two of us for years, the fertile soil where our flowers grew. A safe place for us to seed the love we had for each other and watch it grow, free of judgements and obstacles. Just our twined emotions as they grew with us in age and changed just as acutely as our bodies, ripenin’ and maturin’ into somethin’ we could no longer ignore.
No more thoughts, no more reservations. She was mine. And I was hers in the way a wolf is owned by his moon, elementally, fuckin’ irrevocably.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Come take what’s yours.”
Watchin’ her in the throes of passion I’d pulled from her, I felt a surge of primal masculine satisfaction. It thumped in my breastbone like the beat of a war drum to the tune of mine, mine, mine, and urged me to conquer her completely, utterly, without remorse.
Take me inside you like you’re forever inside of me and never fuckin’ leave.
“A pretty package with nothing inside the box is temporary. It’s not beauty, it’s a lie,” I said softly, fiercely. “You are not that, Nova. You are the most handsome man anyone in your life has ever known because every single inch of you on the inside is flawless. I’ve spent years learning you. Loving you. I’ve traced the path of your personality as you’ve grown and changed, mapped the roads of your spirit and the valley of your heart so well I would know them with my eyes closed. So trust me, please, when I tell you, the least important of all your many gifts is your pretty face. You could be
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He kissed me without warning, without doubt, without even a shred of regard to who might be watching. He kissed me like he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t even want to try. Like the only option for him in that moment was me. Like I was the very air he needed to breathe, and he wouldn’t survive a moment more without my oxygen.
“You could tell me every dark thing you’ve ever done, every terrible thought you’ve ever had, and I’d still love you. The bad we’ve done doesn’t make us inherently bad people, Nova. It makes us human. It’s the good we’ve done that matters. And you? Everything good in my life was planted there by you. How could I not love you for that?”
“Whenever I think of home, it’s you,” I told him, plucking at the flowers in my heart, pulling up the grass and roots so he might see the beauty and depth of my love for him. “You’re my closest link to Dane, you’re a Booth and a Fallen man. But…it’s more than that. It’s like clean laundry and sleeping in our own bed after vacation. It’s like loving someone because you were born loving them, like your parents or siblings, but more. You’re more than my family, you’re more than my best friend. You’re the choice I want to make every single day, to live to the fullest and love the hardest.”
“I hope you dream of me,” his voice whispered as he held me close, still inside me and all around me, tight like he couldn’t bring himself to let go. “I hope you never stop.”
’Cause I realized I’d been plantin’ flowers across her skin and a garden in her heart for years, and I’d never known how badly that must’ve hurt her until I realized that same garden, planted by her hand, existed in me. I loved her.
I loved her in all the complicated ways a flower thrives in a garden. I loved the way she tended to me like I was somethin’ precious and not monstrous. I loved the way she wore blooms in her hair and inked into her skin ’cause she spoke the language of flowers better than the language of men, and she’d always been so in sync with her surroundin’s. I loved the way she turned her face up to me as if seekin’ sunlight, needin’ the warmth of my praise and presence to grow and thrive. It was a heady fuckin’ thing, bein’ someone’s sunshine, their rain, their entire ecosystem.
“Every villain’s got a fuckin’ weakness, and Irina’s is her cunt.”
“I’m gonna fight for you,” he repeated. “The way I fought for you as a girl. I’m sorry as fuck I ever stopped, and I swear to God, I won’t again.”
“He just looked at you like you were a flower that bloomed just for him.”
Property of Nova was sewn into the back on two rockers, an upper and lower punctuated with a flower in the middle.
Nova: A history of us in pictures. And then they came, one every hour for the rest of the day.
Nova: Admit it, we look damn good together. Six, sixteen, twenty-six, sixty-two…we’ll look good together for the rest of our lives.
“Since you turned sixteen, you’ve always looked at each other just a little too long to be just friends,” Molly divulged with a low chuckle. “I still remember the first time Diogo noticed. He was not too pleased with his eldest son. But he gets it, we all do. Sometimes two people become so entangled in one another that they have no choice but to fall in love.”
We watched as he gestured to the street, and then we both gasped at what we saw there. My little blue VW bug had all the windows rolled down, flowers exploding out of every opening like an overstuffed doll.
“There was never an option. I’ve been yours since you told me I needed a dream for myself. I dreamed that one day I’d be a Booth, but over the years I realized I didn’t just want to be a Booth, I wanted to be yours.”
“Come sit on my hips so you can feel how fuckin’ hard you make me as you ink me.”
“Got that wrong, Li. I’m not puttin’ it there as a reminder to me. Every thought I got in my head finds its way back to you, like the ocean always rollin’ back into the shore. Don’t need a reminder so much as I want you to know the love I got for you is more permanent than any ink. I want you to know I wear your heart proud as fuck in my chest.”
“I loved you last year,” Nova told me with such raw honesty I flinched. “I’ve loved you since the day you stole my skateboard and bailed tryin’ to do a kickflip trick. Just somewhere along the line, probably around the time I tattooed this,” his palm slid up my belly to cover the lotus between my breasts, “that love changed, grew petals and turned into somethin’ a helluva lot bigger than brotherly affection.”
