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Spook doesn’t keep me waiting for long. His eyes smoulder with banked desire as he approaches. Good. Glad I’m not the only one feeling it.

My eyes track his every move as he puts his beer on the table. I don’t expect him to, but he reaches over and scoops me up, as he sits on the couch moving me to sit astride him. I don’t hate it though.

In fact, I love it. Especially when I feel the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my aching core. I’m all for this position. Involuntarily, I grind down. He fits his hands to my hips. Gripping them tight to stop my movement.

Spook’s shoulders shake, and I lift my eyes to his amused ones. “We’ll get there, baby,” he promises when I huff out a frustrated breath. “Soon. I promise. But first, have you thought about what I said? What I’ll need from you?”

I think back to his conversation from the first day, and all that he laid out. What he would need from me.

‘I’m possessive, baby. I’ll want to know where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing. I know too well the dangers of this world. I’ll be so far up your ass you’ll barely have time to breathe. I’m giving you this one chance. A week to make sure this is what you want.’

Lifting my hands from where they rest on his shoulders, I cup his cheeks, focusing my attention on him. He’s a protector, my man. I understand his need to control his environment, as much as he can, when it comes to those he loves. My dad was the same.

“Honey,” I brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. “I understand what you need. You think what you’re demanding is going to freak me out. But…” I lean forward and rest my forehead to his. “You forget, I grew up with a man just like you.”

Easing back, I tell him. “You needing to know where I am doesn’t bother me. I know it’s not about control. It’s because you have an intrinsic need to keep the people you care about safe. I can do that when it comes to my or the boy's safety. You need me to wear a tracker. I can do that. It doesn’t bother me. I’ll give you whatever you need to ease your mind.”

Spook goes to speak.

I hold up my hand. “Not finished yet, honey.” He closes his mouth with a snap, but I know he’s not mad because his lips curl up at the corners. “I need you to understand something though. My dad, he made sure my mom and I could protect ourselves. He often worked in the grey, so he knew what the dangers of the world were, and he made sure his girls could protect themselves if needed. I’m telling you this to put your mind at ease. You’re welcome to put me to the test. I’m not saying I can take down a fully grown, pissed off man, but I can do some damage. And if you want to see how well I can shoot, we can do that too. Whatever you need.”

He closes his eyes for a minute, and when he opens them the sheer relief in his gaze makes my stomach clench.

“Thank you for giving me that, baby. I’ll try not to be too controlling, but I also know that you’ll push back if I overstep. We’ll put you through your paces another day. Tomorrow, I asked Maverick to call church so the brothers can vote on you becoming my Ol’ Lady.” My breath hitches, and I smile. Happiness bubbles through me. Spook returns my smile, his hands lifting to my face, and he cups my cheeks. “I see that makes you happy. Can’t fucking wait to see you with my name on your back.”

“Can’t wait either, honey.” I whisper. A shiver runs through me when he demandingly growls.

“Want your mouth on mine.”

I don’t hesitate, leaning forward, I place my lips on his. Happy for him to take what he needs.

Holy fuck, my man can kiss.

CHAPTER 8

SPOOK

There’s nothing better than having Honor astride my lap. Her hot pussy pressed against my rock-hard cock.

She doesn’t hesitate when I order her lips on mine. I run my tongue over her lips, coaxing them apart, my arms tightening around her. One bracketing her back, over her hips, and the other lifting to thread a hand through her hair, angling her head to control the kiss. I’ve got her as close to me as I can. Need chases through me, as I thrust up when she grinds her pussy against my hard cock. I let her grind against me while I kiss her like there’s no tomorrow.

A low growl rumbles up my throat, as she sighs then whimpers. Tearing my mouth from hers, I run my lips down her throat, nipping, and sucking until I find the pulse beating at the base. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, but not break skin.

The urge to mark her hits hard, and relentless. I don’t fight it. I need the mark there. Something anyone can see. Something that says she’s taken. Mine.

She sighs, and throws her head back, giving me better access. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking beautiful.

My cock aches behind the zipper of my jeans, but I hold it together. This is about her. I kiss my way back up her neck, and take her mouth again, devouring her waiting lips.

My hands slide to her thighs. I shift, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

“Bedroom baby,” I growl as I stand. She lets out a full body shiver. Fuck me. She’s so bloody responsive to my every touch.

“Yeah,” she agrees, eyes dazed and dreamy. Lips plump and swollen, cheeks flushed, and hair in disarray where I ran my fingers through it.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her again, as I carry her toward our bedroom, never breaking the kiss until we reach the bed.

I lower her and follow her down. Bracketing her body with my arms. Keeping my weight off her.