Page 39 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

“ H urry up!” Alexa yells at me from the top of the flower-covered hill.

“I’m moving. It’s not like I almost died a month ago or anything,” I grumble as I hold my still sore stomach.

“I got shot, too, and you don’t see me complaining,” she says, lifting her short sleeve to reveal the barely healed wound on her right arm where the bullet grazed her one week ago as we were leaving the grocery store.

The fucking grocery store. The assassin group is relentless, and although they’re dropping like flies, it’s like a zombie attack. As we kill them, they multiply.

Just as I get to the top of the hill, Alexa extends her arm, and I see the pear-shaped solitaire I put on her finger two weeks ago glisten in the sunset.

I feel for mine on my left hand with my thumb and smirk.

The weight of the ring feels good on my finger, especially knowing Alexa placed it there.

I glance across the field covered in reds, oranges, whites, and pinks, with the magnificent sunset in the background, and then gaze back at Alexa.

Should we be on a honeymoon right now while everything is imploding?

Probably not, but I got a wake up call after almost dying.

Your next breath isn’t guaranteed and Alexa’s expression of awe as she stands beside me makes it all worth it.

She is worth it. Always has been, always will be.

When we return, the fight will still be waiting for us, and I’ll relish every moment of dismantling our enemies with Alexa at my side.

“I love this,” Alexa says as she glances over at me.

“And I love you,” I say as I pull her closer to me and devour the sweet skin right under her ear.

“Gage,” she says with a surprised smile as she pulls away, which has been her usual since she figured out she loves me just as much as I love her. “Someone might come.”

“Let them,” I say as I pull her down onto my lap so she is facing me and her legs wrap around my waist.

I unfasten my leather belt and work down my zipper. Alexa looks around the landscape before her eyes find mine again.

“We can’t,” she says.

Gently, I trail my hand up her toned leg, savoring the sensation of her smooth skin underneath my touch.

“There was a reason you wore a skirt like this, Lex,” I say as I finger the brown-and-tan plaid skirt, which will be in my dreams way after we leave our honeymoon.

So much so that I’m considering adding a teacher-student room to the club because of this.

My fingers glide under her skirt and all that greets me are her silky wet folds. I let out a groan. “Did my good girl do this for me, too, huh?”

Alexa’s face heats as her teeth grab her pouty, red bottom lip. “I may have taken them off at the restaurant earlier.”

“Ah, so you were a bad girl and have been walking around like this for hours?” I smirk while I continue wreaking havoc on her clit, which elicits a chorus of moans. “Whatever should I do with you?”

I glance around the field once more, but it’s relatively deserted, besides a few people milling around quite far away.

If I can only see their silhouettes, I’m sure that’s all they can see on their end as well.

I pull my hand out of her skirt just as her walls clench around my fingers, much to her dismay.

There’s only one way she’ll be coming right now, and that’s with me inside her.

My cock is in my hand before I give it much more thought. I crave her presence, yearn for her touch, and am utterly lost without her tight embrace around me.

“Ride me, Lex.”

“You are absolutely crazy,” she says with a satisfied sigh as she slowly lowers herself until we’re pelvis to pelvis and our foreheads are touching.

A groan escapes my lips as I grip the back of her neck and thrust upward.

“Only for you. Forever for you.”