“You were fifteen,” I admit, making her snort, “Dirty old pervert,” and I gently pinch her arm, making her giggle.
Fuck me, it’s like music to my ears.
“In my head anyway, that is when I realized. My heart, however, I think it was a lot sooner because every time you were near, I was compelled to move beside you,” I whisper, “Anyway, Ivy had just snuck out to meet you at the library and I lost it. Dad called me out on it, and I denied my feelings instantly, but deep down, I knew I was jealous because she got to see you that day and I didn't. That’s the night she called and claimed you had to have your appendix removed which, I guess wasn't a lie because they did remove it and I envied my sister more so for being there for you and I couldn't. I just had no idea the horror you were going through, the fight you decided to take on.”
Raya’s quiet for a moment before she admits, “I had two wishes that day, when I was lying in that hospital bed...”
I don’t stop moving my hand as I ask, “And what were they, kitten?”
She takes a deep breath, the coldness of her bracelet, which I bought her for her twenty-fifth birthday, sending goosebumps over my skin once more as she moves her hand across my chest, keeping it over my heart.
“For my dad to come back and hold me,” she confesses quietly, and my heart breaks for her, but it soon accelerates when she admits, “and for you to finally notice me, to be mine.”
“Kitten, I noticed you, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have treated you the way I did,” I murmur, and she hums and whispers, “I wanted to hate you over the years, to deny the way you made me feel. Instead of being my love, my crush, I left those emotions behind and hate took their place.”
“And now here you are, my wife,” I say cockily, and she snorts but nods and agrees, “Your wife,” as she looks up at me, “Thank you for causing so much crap over the years, Cale,” I raise a brow and she smirks, “I may have gotten bored of you if you hadn’t.”
“Little devil,” I say, and she laughs as I quickly move us, putting her on her back, my cock still deep inside of her, and she grins at me despite the tension in her body at the new position. Tension I know she doesn’t mean to have, and I admit, “I missed hearing your laugh, missed your sassiness.”
Her icy blue eyes soften, and she whispers, “You always bring it out of me, including my anger, my frustration, everything. It has always been you, Cale.”
“I love you, kitten, and spending three days with you on the back of my bike, fuck, I cannot wait,” I reply, and she smiles wide before I lean down and kiss her passionately.
Raya links her arm around my neck, cupping it, and the coldness of her wedding ring sending shivers running through me, it does something to me every time I feel it on my skin.
I thrust my hips, not too quickly to bring back painful memories but quick enough to give her pleasure. She moans in my mouth as her arousal spreads between us, only making our kiss hotter, hungrier, and we end up having the best sex of our fucking lives, full of passion, love, and ecstasy.
Forever, I’m going to spend forever with this girl. I am one lucky fucker that she never gave up on me.
Chapter 30
Raya – A Week Later
I grin as Hudson plays with my chain, talking to himself, his beautiful eyes sparkling with happiness, something I was afraid had been torn away from him.
The boy bounced back after being thrown out of a window, that is for sure. I just wish I could as well.
Tate is sitting next to me on my left, her head on my shoulder, something she did as soon as her daddy went into church. Skylar is sitting opposite me, watching me like a hawk, while Ivy is seated next to me, her arm linked through mine, even though I’m holding her son.
I guess being away longer than planned scared the girls, and I would say I’m sorry, but really, I’m not.
Cale called Blade before leaving the Carnage MC, who are absolutely amazing, their women sweet as can be, and mentioned going on a four-day ride, a mini honeymoon. Blade agreed instantly, much to everyone else’s dismay, except for my mama and Gregory who applauded our impromptu honeymoon knowing it was something I needed to do.
Anyway, apparently, the women were ready to pounce as soon as we got back from the run, only to see we weren’t with everyone else.
I think a few days away, just me and Cale, no brothers, no friends, no past, no trauma, it was just what I needed, what we needed.
We got to be angry-flirty again, got to make love on the sand with the stars above us. I didn’t tense up, something we figured out I only did in a bed, which is weird, whereas my therapist says it’s actually normal because in a bed is how I had my trauma, and we got to be us.
It was everything…
From the Carnage MC being amazing to riding with Cale, it was hard to come back, but alas, I have work next week and school starts in three days, so staying out on the road wasn’t possible.
I want to make my mama proud and to make Gregory proud. To do that, I need to continue with school and working at the firehouse which love, and I also feel close to my dad.
“How was your spontaneous honeymoon?” Ivy asks, and I try not to smirk at the snarl in her voice, the anger.
The brothers went into church thirty minutes ago, she hadn’t said a single thing to me, which, to be fair, was a lot longer than I thought she’d last. Instead, she sat beside me, the girls following suit, and allowed me to make a fuss of Huddy who I missed something fierce.
