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I leaned in and kissed her, and she let me, pushing the kiss deeper and deeper by the second. We were on our knees, the water washing up over us and devouring each other as if we would never get the chance again.
But we would, I would make sure of it. We had a lot of shit to work on, but it’s like I said before—brother or not, no two people were more destined to be together.
Even if it was a little dirty.
Maybe I forgave him too quickly, but I didn't feel like I was left with much choice. My heart could take the risk on him or be torn out of my chest because of him. At least with him, I stood a chance at a normal existence.
I also understood why he was so scared. If he loved me half as much as I loved him, he would definitely fear for himself. Not to mention, I spent the first bit of our time together telling him to fix me, to fuck me, and that I would move on. He had no reason to believe things had changed when I was in the extreme state I had been in once Kane re-entered the picture.
Honestly, I didn't want the drugs anymore. I had found the missing pieces I had been trying to mask with drugs. The first was seeing Kane behind bars. Admittedly, I would rather him be dead, but I could settle on jail time.
The second piece I found was love. Real love. The kind Ro showed to me as we grew closer and closer. The kind of love to make him willing to kill his own flesh and blood to save me. Not even my parents loved me as much. I never even knew what it felt like until now.
During our time apart, I had questioned myself over and over again. If I had never known love, then how could I be sure I actually loved Ro. So when he confessed his insecurities and fears, I can admit he had good reason, and as much as I hated him for leaving me again, I loved him. I didn’t stop, and I knew I never would.
I pulled away from kissing him, well aware we were in sight of anyone who wanted to spy from Beachside. Ro had said he was keeping his job, so were we okay to do this? Was it still a secret?
As if he could read my mind, he smirked and shrugged. “I couldn't care less, baby. Let them watch.”
I went to lean back in to kiss him again. If he didn’t care, I didn't care. But then he stopped me, pushing me away and holding up a finger for me to wait.
“So wedocare?” I joked.
He was smiling and shaking his head. “No, but I want to show you something.”
My eyes squinted, and I looked around, wondering what the hell he could show me. He reached down toward the edge of his shirt and slowly lifted it up, showing me the abs I missed so much and the tattoos I loved to lick. During his time off, he had been working out. He somehow seemed bigger and harder than before.
“What are you…?” I started to question him, but I stopped. As much as I didn't mind getting dirty, I didn't think a show on the beach should be our first order of business. But it wasn't what this was. I knew it the second he removed the shirt over his left pec.
There, in red and black, was my name tattooed over his heart and mixed in with the tattoos he already had. I lifted my hands to my mouth in disbelief. The fact that he had also marked his body for me was overwhelming and somehow so important. It was different, but we both sought the comfort of the pain.
“What if I had said no, that I didn't love you?” I asked, making him laugh at it being my first question.
“Didn't matter. Because I knew I loved you, and I wanted you on my body, always.”
* * *
I blew off the car service my dad had sent and hopped on the back of Ro’s motorcycle instead. We didn’t head to Lip’s, and we sure as fuck weren’t staying at Beachside.
Tonight, for our first official night together, we were getting a place we could relax in, be together, and make up for all the time we lost in the last few months. Ro spared no expense and made sure we had an ocean view and room service.
I finally had Ro to myself without the secretiveness and the sneaking around.
We ordered in dinner as soon as we arrived at the hotel because he told me he wouldn’t give me any sex until I ate. He’d said I was too skinny and needed more meat on my bones. I snorted. I didn’t need more meat on my bones. I only needed him. But I wouldn’t pick a fight tonight, not after all we’d been through.
So I decided I’d mess with him. I’d make him beg for me. I ordered pie with whipped cream on the side, and then I took my time licking it off my spoon and moaning. His eyes heated every time he watched me do it. I knew I was getting to him when he tried to take the spoon away.
“Do you really want to see the monster tonight, Wren? I was planning on making love to you, but…”
I scrunched my nose and continued to lick the spoon. “Soft and slow has never really been our thing.”
“You’re playing with fire.”
Dipping my fingers in the whipped cream, I leaned over and smeared it across his lips. Then I watched as his tongue slipped from between them to lick it off. It was fucking sexy as hell. A moan slipped from deep in my throat, and his half-lidded eyes darkened with lust. A grin graced his face, and I knew I was in trouble.
“I’ll give you a reason to moan, Wren.”
“I’m waiting.”
