“Um…. I…I hate to be that cliché, but…I think it’s a pertinent question, considering we’re both naked in my bed, and we just….” God, she literally just came with the guy, he’d been inside of her, and she couldn’t even say the words? Ugh. How humiliating.
“We just fucked?” he finished for her, his lips curling into a smirk.
She tossed him a mock glare, but replied, “Yes. That.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Okay, so what’s the question, baby?”
She pushed up until she was leaning over him, her hand still on his chest, her elbow keeping her upright.
He lifted his hand and gripped the back of her neck, his eyes pinned to hers, intense and filled with heat.
Cilla cleared her throat once more, swallowing back years of timidity.
Just ask, stupid!
“What does this mean?” she finally asked, the words coming out in a rush.
He arched an eyebrow in question.
She continued, knowing she needed to get it out before she clammed up again.
“Does this mean we’re a couple, or fuck buddies—or does this make me your woman, or your side piece, or your…your….”
Patriot arched up and took her mouth. Forcing his way between her lips, he ravaged her, his tongue lapping at her, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, sucking it into his own mouth. Then it did it all over again, deepening the kiss each time, until she couldn’t breathe. So this was how she died…but what a way to go!
Breaking the kiss, he held her in place with his massive hand on the back of her neck, his other hand lifting her chin until he captured and held her gaze.
“It makes you my woman. It makes us a couple. You are mine, you belong to me, and I belong to you. That’s what this means. It means I finally have you where I’ve fucking wanted you since the moment I saw you walk into the clubhouse that first time back in August.”
Six months ago. Six months! Shock thrilled through her, stealing her breath.
Patriot wanted her? At first sight? How was that even possible?
Was she freaking dreaming? She wanted to pinch herself, but she was all too aware how ridiculous she’d look.
“You wanted me?” she breathed, her voice trapped in her throat behind the lump of disbelief.
He smirked at her, his green eyes growing dark.
“More than any other woman I’ve ever met,” he replied, his voice sex and bourbon, with a smooth brandy chaser.
She nearly groaned at the sensation of heat gathering in her belly and spilling down into her core.
“H-how?” she asked, still unable to believe what he was saying. Had he been drunk that night in August? No, that wasn’t fair. Patriot was the level-headed, logic-driven MC brother. Sure, he could get hot under the collar and beat some ass like any of the Unchained, but he always came at things with a clear mind first.
Patriot pressed a soft kiss against her chin, his hand sliding up her back to press her closer, her breasts squished up between them. Not that he seemed to mind.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your curves are lush, sultry, and capable of wiping all thoughts from my head when you walk and that ass of yours bounces.” As if thinking about it, he groaned, his free hand reaching down to grip a growing erection under the sheet, and the one on her back sliding down to grab a handful of said ass. He squeezed, making her gasp…then moan. “Fuck. Even thinking of that ass right now is making me goddamn hard—and don’t get me started on those tits.” His gaze dropped to where her large boobs were smashed against his chest. “I want to bury my face between those luscious tits and die of suffocation.” She gasped as his hand moved from his erection to pinch her hard nipple. “And your smile….” He grinned at her, the asshole knew what he was doing with his words and his hands. He was driving her crazy.
And she was loving it.
“Your smile lights up my fucking world, baby. Just looking at you makes me weak in the fucking knees, but being around you, spending time with you, just breathing the same air as you…there’s nothing like it.”
He leaned in and captured her bottom lip with his teeth, the sting of his bite making wetness gather between her thighs. God, she wanted to deepen the kiss, climb on top of him, and sate her hunger for him, but there was still too much left to be said.
“But what about Jaime?” she murmured against his mouth.
Patriot heaved a sigh, the hand cupping her ass dropped to the bed and the one on her breast dropped to his chest.