“Mmmm,” I moan when his hand trails between my legs. “Please?” I whimper, feeling his finger drag through our combined cum that’s slowly starting to leak out.
“My cum is still dripping out of you and you want to go again. You have a greedy pussy, Holly,” he accuses, sinking his finger back into me.
“Oh, my God. Don’t say that. You make me sound like a dirty whore when I just want you,” I cry, bringing the covers over my head.
“Don’t act cute. You’ll make it harder for me to leave.” He crawls over me, pulls the covers off and kisses me. I don’t let the kiss drag me in, only letting it give me just enough to keep me sated until I see him again.
“Go,” I push him away when I feel my composure slip. He huffs when he climbs back out of bed and walks away. “Miss me.” I grin as he opens the door.
“Already do,” he calls back. And if the smile on my face is anything to go by, I know all is right in our world.
***
“Come on, Holly,” Sy pleads, trying to pull me back to bed.
“Sy, I’m going to be late.” I push him back, trying to get away from him.
“I don’t know why we can't just have a fucking party at the clubhouse,” Sy complains, sitting up and watching me. After going to get the cake for me and dropping it off at Liquid for the party, he came back and decided he would complain about everything that’s happening tonight.
“‘Cause it seems fitting that we have it at Jesse’s favorite place. Besides, Jesse’s family is coming and they thought it would be better if we had it at Liquid.”
“Fuck, are they all going to be there?” he questions, making me stop and look up.
“I think so, why?” I panic when I see the look on his face.
“I’m just surprised,” he says, looking floored. I don’t tell him that I spoke to Jesse's dad, who was adamant he wouldn't come if the party were at the clubhouse. I didn’t want to argue with him, or any of his family, who all voiced the same demands.
“Don’t be. It's Jesse we're talking about here. Everyone loves him. It’s going to be great, but I have to go,” I advise him, almost tripping over one of his boots. “Sy,” I whine, recovering and kicking it out of my way.
“What?”
“Your shit is on the floor,” I groan, pointing down to his riding boots and the clothes scattered all over the floor.
“Yeah, so?” he shrugs.
“Well, it’s annoying and I keep tripping over it,” I simplify what I think is pretty self-explanatory. I don’t have time for this right now, but I need to get this out.
“Well, give me somewhere to put my shit and I’ll put them away,” he replies, sitting up.
“You want like…a drawer?”
“Yeah, or half your closet. Either way is good.”
“You mean move in?”
“Sure, thanks for asking,” he jokes, making me laugh.
“Is that what you want, Sunshine?” I walk over to the bed. We haven’t discussed this subject, but since that night when he held me as we cried over the baby we lost, he hasn’t left my side. Either we sleep here or we’re at the clubhouse, but we’ve never talked about moving all our stuff into one place.
“Seriously, woman. You can be so clueless.” He leans forward and pulls me to him. “Of course I want us to live together,” he declares like I’m simple.
“What, here?” I eye him, unsure I want to live here anymore.
“Here, or we can get a place of our own. Doesn’t bother me. Either way, I want to wake up with you every day, in our bed.”
“We could get a new place,” I surmise, thinking of where we could move to.
“Whatever you want. On one condition,” he bargains, then nips at my neck.
“What?” I ask, pushing him away.
“You can’t bitch me out for my clothes on the floor.” He grabs me and pins me to the bed.
“You’re going to mess my hair up,” I complain as he climbs over me.
“Tell me we are moving in together and you won't ever bitch me out for my clothes and shit bein' around the place, and then you can go,” he challenges, being a smartass.
“What if we stay together for fifty years? That’s a lot of years not to bitch you out.”
“What do you mean if?” he questions. “There are no ifs baby, only whens.” He kisses me hard, letting me know just how serious he is.
“I don’t know if I agree with those terms.” I hold my ground and look at the clock before freaking out. “I need to go, now,” I repeat once again, rolling to the left to get out of Sy's clutches. I was meant to be meeting Kadence in five minutes, and I have a fifteen minute drive. Shit.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me you want me to move in with you.” He stops me by my wrists and pulls me back. Typical Sy; no asking, just telling.
“Yes, baby. I want you to move in with me.” I look up and smile at him sweetly.
“Good answer,” he smirks, kissing me again.
“Now I feel like we unquestionably just became exclusive,” I tease, expecting a reaction.
“What the fuck, Holly?” he grunts, giving me what I want.
“Ha ha ha. You’re too easy, Sunshine. So gullible,” I laugh, bringing my arms around him.
“But I have to go. I love you.” I push him back so I can move out from under him. “And I’ll see you later.” I turn and kiss him one last time before heading out.
“You better be ready for me. ‘Cause I want you in our bed tonight.” I don’t miss the our or his tone. I can’t even freak out because this just seems right.
Everything with Sy has always felt right.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Sy
“Trust Jesse to know he has a surprise party waiting up here, then not show up,” Kadence exclaims over the loud and annoying music of Liquid. I still don’t know why we had to come here. Fuck Jesse’s family. If they don’t want to come to the clubhouse, then too fucking bad.
“He knows this is going on?” I ask, watching the stairs for Holly to make her entrance.
“Didn’t you know?” she laughs, leaning back and rubbing her small belly. She’s only just showing, but each week it slowly grows bigger. It makes it hard for Holly and me watching it. I know Holly doesn’t let it get her down, and I know I’m trying to get her pregnant again, but sometimes I see Holly looking at Kadence's belly and the look in her eyes just breaks me.
“Well, if he knows, what the hell is Holly doing with him?” I ask, annoyed he’s pulling this shit. Holly was dragged into organizing this party two weeks ago, and it's bullshit. I want her all to myself, but everyone keeps stealing her from me.
“It’s not his fault. His family said something to him, but we shouldn’t ruin the surprise because of it.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. Fuck, Jesse’s family are a pain in the ass.
“She’s down there when she doesn’t have to be?” I ask, growing uneasy.
“Calm down, Sy. She’s with Jesse, which means she will text before they come up,” she says when she sees me watching the stairs.
“Knowing Jesse, he found a quick lay and pissed off on her.” I turn back to the table, trying not to worry. Since Chad and his father had the clubhouse searched and paid the girls a visit, we’ve all been laying low. I haven’t let Holly out of my sight. I know I’m probably overreacting, but between the asshole who took her and Chad who hurt her, I’m not taking any chances.
“Looks like your woman is fine down there.” Beau points down to the bottom dance floor where Holly and Jesse are dancing away, together. Are you fucking kidding me?
I try to control my anger at seeing her sexy-as-fuck body sway to the music while a bunch of men look on. She always was a tease, something that attracted me to her in the first place. And I know she’s only doing it to get a reaction, but every time I see it, it not only makes me see red, but feel it.