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Her blue eyes dropped to the ground and I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go inside. We have the whole place to ourselves tonight.”

Surprised eyes caught mine. “Really?”

I grinned to hide my nervousness. “Really.”

Entwining her fingers with mine, I tugged her toward the door. As we walked into the dimly lit bar, I reached for the remote that controlled the speakers that were hooked up to a stereo in the office. Soft, jazzy music filled the bar just as I heard Flick gasp beside me. I turned to watch her as she took the entire room in.

She hadn’t seen the inside of the bar since we’d rebuilt it, so this was all new to her, but she wasn’t taking in the new bar tops or the tables and booths with the chairs that my MC brothers had built by hand. She didn’t see anything but the hundreds of balloons floating toward the ceiling, the hundreds of dollars’ worth of roses, and the crazy amount of candles burning. Her gaze went slowly toward the petals that shaped the huge heart that Gracie had helped me create and the pillows on top of the thick, soft blanket that was spread across sweet scented rose petals.

Flick swallowed hard and lifted her blue gaze to meet mine. “Who did this?”

I shrugged like it was no big deal. “My brothers and Gracie helped me.”

Her brow wrinkled adorably. “But why?”

“Because I love you and you deserve the hearts-and-flowers romantic shit.” I grimaced. “I didn’t give you that the first time around, but I swear I’ll try my hardest to give it to you as often as possible this time.”

“I…I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “This is beautiful, Jet. Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my cut. “Thank you.”

“So you like it?”

She nodded without lifting her head. “I love it.”

Relief practically had my shoulders drooping as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and kissed the top of her head. Even in the dim lighting I could see that her dyed hair had grown out, but she hadn’t tried to cover the roots up. I hoped she wouldn’t. The red was sexy as fuck, but her natural color was what I wanted to see on her. I’d kind of missed her glossy dark hair. It had been so long in the past and I’d obsessed over the pure beauty of it for years until I’d finally given in and taken what I wanted.

I felt something damp soak through the T-shirt I had on under my cut and realized she was crying. Gut churning because I lost my shit when she cried, I caught her chin between my thumb and index finger and forced her to lift her head so I could see her face. Tears poured down her beautiful cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

She gave me a trembling smile. “Nothing. I’m just a little overwhelmed is all.”

“Is this too much?” I glanced around, taking it all in again. “Gracie helped me plan it. She knows more about this kind of thing than me. If it’s too much I’ll fix it.”

“No!” she cried when I started to pull away. “No,” she laughed. “This is perfect. I just never expected it. It’s so sweet, Jet. Honestly, I love everything about it. This is incredible.”

“Swear?”

She laughed again and the sweet, feminine sound of her voice went straight to my already aching dick. “Swear.”

“Good.” Keeping one arm around her waist, I walked her over to the blanket in the middle of the huge-ass heart. Carefully, holding her like she was fine china, I helped her sit. Once she was comfortable, I grabbed the basket that held our dinner from behind the bar and joined her.

“Whatever that is, it smells amazing.” She lifted the lid of the basket and her eyes narrowed before a few more tears spilled down her cheeks. “You got Aggie to make all my favorites?”

“Of course. Tonight is about you, love.” I tapped her hands, forcing them away so I could pull out the containers of chicken, spaghetti and bread sticks. I took the tops off the dishes and pulled out one of the forks Aggie had included. I twirled the spaghetti on the fork and lifted the small bite to her lips.

Flick’s chin trembled for half a second before she opened her mouth and I fed her the first bite. Her eyes closed as she chewed. “That never gets old,” she murmured around the food in her mouth. “Aggie is an angel when it comes to cooking.”

I fed her two more bites before taking one for myself. When she licked her lips, I got up to pour her a glass of wine and grabbed a beer for myself. For the next fifteen minutes I fed us both and we barely spoke. I never knew watching someone eat could be so erotic. Seeing her lips wrap around the fork, watching her jaw move as she chewed, how her tongue slipped out to lick away a smear of sauce at the corner of her mouth… By the time I lifted the last bite to feed her, my body was one big ache.

I could feel the sexual tension radiating off of her, knew that I wasn’t the only one completely turned on by this oddly intimate experience. My hand wasn’t as steady as it had been at the beginning of the meal when I replaced the containers and reached for the slice of cheesecake that Aggie had made for dessert.

Raspberry and chocolate drizzle covered the huge slice of cheesecake and I reached for the clean fork to start feeding Flick again. “I love that raspberry sauce she makes,” Flick said as she savored the first decadent bite. Reaching out, she touched her index finger to the extra drizzle on the plate before lifting her finger and offering it to me. “Taste.”

Hungrily I sucked her finger long and hard, making sure I got every last trace of the sauce. Something wild flashed in my female’s eyes and suddenly she was pulling the plate out of my hand and pushing it and the basket away before climbing onto my lap. As soon as she was in my arms, her arms were around my neck, her soft fingers raking through my hair as she held me exactly where she wanted me and dived in for a kiss that stole both our breaths.

I’d wanted to take things slow tonight. Had wanted our lovemaking to be as sweet and magical as everything else I’d tried to create just for her, but one taste of her mouth and I was lost. Even though I’d spent the night before making love to her repeatedly, I felt like I hadn’t touched her in weeks. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her.

Grabbing hold of her ass, I lifted onto my knees and carefully laid her down so that her head was on one of the pillows. The cotton shorts she’d worn were easy enough to get rid of and I made sure to take her panties with them. Her pussy was already drenched and my mouth watered at the sweet scent of her arousal. Unable to stop myself, I lowered my head and made a meal of her drenched pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned and spread her thighs even wider for me. “Oh…God.” Her hips thrust up against me, seeking the relief she knew I would gladly give her. “Please. Please. Oh, God, please.”

I grinned against her wet lips. “God can’t help you tonight, love.”

A breathless laugh escaped her, followed by a high-pitched whimper as I thrust my tongue into her. A perfect ass lifted off the floor as she begged for more. My dick pressed painfully into the fly of my jeans and I pulled away so I could get rid of them before I did permanent damage to myself. Blue eyes flew open and she let out a pained cry, but I was back within seconds, licking her from her scalding opening to her clit.

“Jet,” she gasped, riding my tongue. “Please. I need you.”

Muttering a curse, I dragged her shirt off her body and made quick work of her bra. Once she was naked underneath me, I grabbed hold of my dick and pushed so deep inside of her that I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. Ah, fuck, she felt so good. This was heaven and I never wanted to leave it. If I knew this was waiting for me on the other side of death, I would have gladly died then and there.

Hot, wet walls contracted around my shaft and I thrust my hips, making us both groan. Before Flick, I’d fucked a lot of females, but none of them compared to her. None. Maybe that was why there had been no one since her. I knew no one could recreate this feeling for me—the overwhelming pleasure that made me feel like I was dying mixed with the most amazing peace I’d ever felt in my life.

I caught her lips and kissed her long and hard as I thrust into her again. Sharp nails raked down my back. I felt the sting of flesh opening and grinned down at her. “That’s it, love. Mark me as yours.”

“Jet.”

“I love you, Flick. I love you so fucking much.”

I felt her walls start to convulse and knew she was close. My hips took on a will of their own as I increased my pace, thrusting into her hard and fast. My balls tightened and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded inside of her. I tried to hold back, but she felt so damn good. The first shot of my release hit her walls at the exact moment she screamed my name.

“Jet!”

“Fuck. Ah, fuck.” I clenched my jaw as I emptied into her, my back arching so hard I was sure my spine would snap if my release didn’t end soon. It went on and on, her clenching pussy only making it that much better. Nothing compared to this.

Nothing.

Time held no meaning as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was lying on top of Flick, probably crushing her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she stroked her fingers of one hand through my hair while tracing little hearts on my back with the other. I was drenched in sweat and it mixed with her own. The bar smelled like sex mixed with sweet-scented candles. It was potent enough to get high off of.

Her fingers suddenly stopped tracing those little hearts that felt so good on my back. Not liking the loss, I lifted my head. Her eyes looked vacant, as if she were having deep thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” I asked curiously.

Dark lashes fluttered and she shook her head as if to get rid of the daze she had been in. “I was just thinking that I’m going to miss this when you finally get tired of me again.”

Chapter Sixteen

Felicity

I
F
I
WAS SURPRISED THAT
Jet had called to ask me out, it was nothing compared to how I felt when I walked into the empty bar with him. Jet Hannigan didn’t do romantic things. Ever. So I was blown away when I stepped through the doors with him and saw the…romantic fairy tale was as close as I could come to call what I’d found.

Heart balloons were everywhere, hanging from long, curled ribbons in white and pink. The ribbons matched the roses in various containers from actual vases to longneck beer bottles. Then there were the candles, hundreds and hundreds of them, casting the kind of glow over the place that screamed “I’m going to make love to you…on the floor surrounded by soft pillows in the middle of a damn heart made out of rose petals.”

It was the thing romantic dreams were made of, something I never would have expected Jet to do, especially not for me. Yet he had, and he’d looked so adorably shy about the whole thing. He’d actually been worried I hadn’t liked it and that had touched my heart in a way I’d long given up hope of Jet actually ever doing.

As he’d fed me my favorite meal—yes, fed me, like I was something precious to him—I’d fallen even deeper for him. I didn’t even think it was possible to love him more than I already did, but he’d proved me wrong.

So damn wrong.

Our lovemaking had been explosive. I’d reached new heights during that quick, crazy coming together than I’d ever done before. It had scared the hell out of me even as I’d savored every second of it. But as I’d come down from the high and the afterglow of it had started to fade, I’d gotten lost in the past, and all I could think was how was I going to survive it when he got bored with me this time around?

Honestly, I didn’t think I would.  Running away wouldn’t be an option this time because I would be too shattered. To broken. There would be no way to hide from the pain except to end it all.

I didn’t tell him that part, though. No use in putting that kind of pressure on him.

Now Jet’s face went pale, then gray, but just as quickly turned dark with anger. “Have you not heard anything I’ve said to you over the last four weeks, Flick?”

My brows lifted, confused. “What have you been saying?”

He pulled back, not seeming to care that he was naked from the waist down or that his dick was covered in a mixture of both our releases. He sat back on his calves and glared down at me. “I love you, Flick. I’ve loved you for so damn long I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you.”

I sat up and pulled one of the pillows onto my lap to hide my nakedness from him. I felt more vulnerable right then than I’d ever felt before. It was weird, feeling so exposed when anger was already starting to build in my chest. “Are you saying you loved me two years ago?” No way. I couldn’t believe that.

Could I?

No.

No.

But… No.

“Of course I did,” he exploded. “I loved you so much that I went insane when Westcliffe beat you. I thought for sure he’d killed you and all I could think about was killing him with my bare hands. I wanted to end him and then join you if you were gone.”

I couldn’t go down that path, the one where he would have ‘joined’ me if I had actually died. Just the thought of Jet dead hurt too much, so I ignored it. “You loved me,” I repeated, shaking my head in disbelief, “but you still tore my heart out by making me feel like the one thing you knew I never wanted to become. My mother.” I practically spat the last word out and got angrily to my feet, searching for the clothes he’d stripped me of in our desperate need to become one. “Can you understand why I’m skeptical of you not getting bored with me this time around? You say you loved me then but you tossed my love back in my face when you didn’t want me anymore, and you’ll do the same thing again. It’s just a matter of time before you get bored with me, Jet.”

I found my shirt and put it on, not bothering to stop long enough to put on my bra. Image after image of him making me feel like a Club sheep, of him with Bubbles at the bar, of his emotionless face laughing at me for daring to fall in love with him, all of them raced through my mind and I was helpless to keep them at bay. They ripped through me like physical blows and that only made me angrier.

Spotting my shorts and panties, I put both back on as quickly as I could with shaking hands before turning to face him again. He was still on the blanket, his hair alone enough to tell the world that I’d just let him fuck me senseless. His face was clenched, his chest still covered in his T-shirt and leather cut, lifted with his harsh breathing. He looked more pissed than I could ever remember him being, but I didn’t care right then. I was pissed off too.