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“How would you light the fuse?” By some miracle, my voice was steady. Leo leaned in close, his piercing pale eyes darkening. “With my tongue.”
Leo was temptation personified, rugged sex appeal entangled with the thrill of the forbidden. He was the flame I’d known would burn but I’d touched it anyway.
We didn’t need him. “But we’ll have you,” I whispered. “If you want this, we will have you.”
“Whether you’re ready to be a father or not, this baby is yours. You belong to her like she belongs to you. The loyalty you had to your brothers, to your club, is in your blood. And it’s searching for a new connection. It’s screaming at you to find a new place to channel it. That place is here. With her.”
I took a deep breath. “You said you’d have me.” She nodded. “We will.” “I don’t know what I have to give but . . . I’d like to be part of this.” I wasn’t even sure where those words were coming from but they were honest. “Okay,” Cass said.
Cass reached for my hand, taking it in hers. Fire flickered up my skin, the same fire that always spread when we touched. It was part of the reason I hadn’t looked at another woman since her. I burned for her. Only her.
“Cass,” he whispered against my lips. “Kiss me back.” “No.” “Why?” “Because what if you regret me in the morning?” I voiced the biggest insecurity I had when it came to this man.
This was the Leo I remembered—the lover. Not the asshole who’d yelled at me or the man who’d asked me to leave town. This was my Leo, the bossy, seductive man who was in complete control.
He kissed my bare shoulder, and with me tucked into his arms, he fell asleep. I fell soon after. Maybe, despite my better judgment, I’d fallen months ago.
I kissed her exactly the way she deserved to be kissed—with everything a man had.
“You’ve got a choice,” Isaiah said, tossing me a towel to dry my hands. “Let that past ruin your future. Or learn from it and vow never to let it happen again.” “Easy as that?” “No, man.” He shook his head. “It’s never easy. You fight every day. You work your ass off to be better than you were. And you show up, especially on the bad days, because they make you want to keep fighting.”
“Everything okay?” Luke asked. Okay? She was so little. How did you take care of someone that small? How did I change her diaper or teach her to ride a bike or help her with math homework? I wasn’t equipped to do any of those things. But I would. Because she was . . . mine. Forever, she was mine. “I have a daughter.” I blinked and raked a hand through my hair. “Holy fuck, I have a daughter.”
“Beats the hell out of me. I’ve never done this before.” “Had a baby?” “Had a Cassandra.”
Her love intertwined with the threadbare strands of my soul. A miracle. A miracle I hadn’t earned, but one I’d be grateful for each and every day. A miracle I’d cling to for the rest of my days. My Cass. My Firecracker.
“Where are we heading, babe?” he asked, settling into the passenger side. I glanced at the backseat. “Somewhere secluded.” He grinned. And with a Just Married sign in the back window and soup cans tied to the bumper, we set out into our forever.
