Page 90

It actually felt like old times.

We never spoke about Daisy, which is probably why we never argued.

I fell asleep in his arms and woke up to him playing on his guitar and singing “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls. He would always play this song for me.

It was our song.

Home.

I felt like I was home, and in this moment, I know that, to me, home is a person.

“I missed this,” I say, grinning at him as I rub my eyes and sit up in bed. He looks over at me from the chair, his amber eyes smiling as he continues to play, his silver rings glinting in the sunlight. He’s not wearing a shirt, and my gaze lingers on what I can see of his smooth chest and taut abs.

I know my group chat with Ora and Xanthe is going off right now, but I don’t even look at my phone as I live in the moment. When the song is over, he puts down his guitar, and I can’t help but feel emotional. My guard is down, and I don’t know if I like it.

Haze sits on the edge of the bed and leans forward to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. The air between us feels clearer now, the past less heavy.

“You’ve never had an old lady?” I ask as he slides back into the bed and sits against the wooden headboard. I rest my head on his warm chest, and he plays with my hair, gently wrapping my curls around his fingers before letting them spring free, just like he used to when we were kids.

“No, there was only ever one woman for me,” he rasps, his other hand stroking down my back. “I’ve always known that.”

“That’s not what I’ve been hearing,” I mutter, unable to help myself. Haze has made a reputation for himself as the biker who needs more than one woman in his bed. One club girl isn’t enough—the more, the merrier with him.

His fingers still, and I instantly regret my words, no matter how true they are. It’s been so long since I felt cared for by someone, and I want his fingers to continue to comfort me. And then maybe his tongue can do that trick he does with his piercing again.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you walked back into my life,” he says, continuing to rub my back. My shoulders relax, and I close my eyes again. “Yeah, I kissed those club girls when I first saw you, but that’s been it. And yes, I know I was an asshole. If I’m being honest, I was scared. I freaked out and tried to push you away. I always knew I couldn’t give you what you deserved. After walking away from you the first time, I knew I couldn’t do it again. Everything was going to change.”

I get he’s a confused mess because I feel the same way. At least, now I do.

“We should get up. I wanted to make breakfast for Ora. She said she was craving some soufflé pancakes,” I say, forcing myself to sit up.

I glance down at his cock, which is tented against his boxer shorts, reminding me that he made me come last night, but I didn’t return the favor. He’s huge. And I’m curious. While I’m glad we didn’t have sex—we should probably take our time with that—I still find myself wanting to have a little taste. He said he hasn’t been with anyone in weeks. Do I believe him? Hayden was always honest, and I would like to think that hasn’t changed.

“Keep staring at me like that, Luella, and you won’t be leaving this room until lunchtime,” he growls, watching my every reaction. I reach forward and stroke him through the material before sliding down his boxer shorts. His cock stands proud, so fucking big and slightly curved, with a glint of metal pierced through the head.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, running my finger over it.

He bucks and makes a sound in the back of his throat. Straddling his legs, I tease him by licking and sucking everywhere but where he wants me. His hand threads through my hair but doesn’t push me down.

“Fuck, take me down your throat, Luella. Now. I need you.”

My tongue tastes his head, and he moans. The growling sounds he makes are so fucking sexy. I use my best moves, sucking him into my mouth and taking him as deep as I can. There’s no way I can take all of him, but I try my best, my eyes fluttering closed.

Haze grips my throat, lifting my face to look at him. “No, don’t look away. Keep those eyes on me. You look so fucking sexy being such a good girl for me.”

Holy shit.

I’ll be his good girl whenever he wants if he speaks to me like that.

He’s in control, so commanding, and I fucking love it.

My mouth continues to work its magic, sucking him deep and hard.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His voice is low, his breathing ragged. Yeah, he’s close. He breaks our eye contact as he loses control, his head falling back, exposing his throat.

“Luella,” he growls. “I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?”

Hell yes, I am.