Chapter 12

Priscilla

R age holds me and lets me talk about the things I went through while married to Conrad. Everything but the thing that he needs to know.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about Ashton, or about Meli’s suspicions—which were my suspicions now, too. When he was out, I’d taken a look through his sideboard. I felt like a criminal rummaging through his personal belongings, I didn’t really know what I was looking for until I found it—his old military dog tags. His blood group is O, same as Mia’s. Mine is A, Conrad’s was B, I don’t know about his brother, but with everything else I’m starting to believe Meli. Rage is Mia’s father. I need to tell him, but I’m scared in case I’m wrong. I decide that tomorrow I’m going to see if I can get some of his hair and get a paternity test done. The thought that Rage really could be Mia’s father causes excitement to bubble up in me and for the first time in forever I feel hopeful. He’s sweet, understanding, and supportive. Everything I could ever ask for in a man. By the time we call lights out on the girls, it’s close to eleven. They were fighting sleep and complained about us turning the lights out, but I noticed their eyes were getting drowsy and they conked out pretty quickly.

When I join him in the hallway, he has a soft smile on his face. “You’re a good mom, Prissy girl. I always knew you would be.” Wrapping his arm around me, he gives me a little kiss on the forehead.

“Thanks, Rage. Mia is my whole world.”

As we walk to his room, he says, “Do you reckon you’ve got room in that world for anyone else? Maybe a certain biker medic.” His voice turns serious for a minute, “I’m falling for you hard Prissy, I don’t think I ever totally fell out of love with you. I want us to make a go of it, you reckon we’d work?”

I grin at him feeling like the happiest woman in the world. “I think I could definitely find a Rage-sized space for you.”

Picking me up, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me into his room. I giggle at his over-the-top display, “Now I wanna be inside my woman,” he says before throwing me down on his bed.

I look up at his face, his eyes are heavy-lidded and he’s smiling down at me. “Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered with this caveman act?”

He grabs one leg and takes my shoe off, and then the other, before tackling my pants. “No Prissy girl, I’m hoping you’re already hot and bothered knowing what my tongue is about to do to you.”

I find myself smiling slowly and he traces my mouth with his finger, “I’m just addicted to your smiles. Since you’ve come back into my life, all I want to do is make you laugh and make up for all those years we lost. I missed my Prissy girl.”

I lay on my back staring up at him, as he pulls my pants off. Pulling all my blonde hair to one side, I rake my fingers through it. It’s an anxious habit from a long time ago. “Why do you call me Prissy girl?”

He leans over the bed on two muscular arms and looks into my eyes. “It was my way of saying you were the most beautiful, feminine thing I’d ever set my eyes on. All the other girls were okay, but you were spectacular, gorgeous, sweet, kind, and above all you were respectful. I want a name for you that only I could use. No matter how long this thing between us lasts, whether it’s a month, a year or a lifetime, you’re always going to be my Prissy girl.”

When his hand comes out to divest me of my shirt, I jump forward and fling myself into his arms. A thousand thoughts are swarming around in my head. I want to tell him about Mia, about my thoughts. But just now he’s hinted that maybe what we have doesn’t have legs. I feel like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster, but I have to get my mind back onto the present.

I pull him into a kiss, intending to let him know just how much I care about him, hoping that he can read everything in that kiss. Read all those words I’m too scared to say out loud. I want him to be mine, I want us to be a family, I want him to be Mia’s father in any or every way he can be. Within moments we’re both naked and he’s once again standing over me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and love. When I try to pull him down, he doesn’t come. Instead he leans over and kisses me, taking his time to trail kisses down my neck and lavishing attention on my breasts. Every touch is designed to spike my arousal and make me wet for him. It’s like this man can remember every single thing that ever turned me on and uses it to stoke my arousal higher and higher.

When I’m whispering how much I need him, he still doesn’t give me his cock. Instead he gives me his devilish tongue. Nothing in this world is more pleasurable than Rage’s tongue, except maybe his cock. Kneeling before my spread legs seems for all the world to be Rage’s happy place. He takes his time, using his tongue to lap sensually over the top of my clit, while his hands slide over my body, tweaking my nipples until I come the first time for him. He doesn’t ease back though. Nope, he slides a finger inside me and then two. He knows how to give me everything I could possibly need from a lover. Between this tongue and his talented fingers, I’m coming all over the place a second time.

Finally, after that, he relents and give me his cock. He pulls me out of bed and puts my back against the wall. I help hold myself up by wrapping my arms around his neck. It’s also a great position to grab a few more of his sexy kisses, so that’s exactly what I do, tasting myself on his tongue.

He cradles one leg in each arm and slowly lowers me onto my cock. I feel open and vulnerable in this position.

“You okay, baby? He asks.

I nod my head. “Insanely good. How about you?” I ask.

“Better than I ever was when you were gone,” he responds, and he begins moving in and out of my body with a fevered roughness that really hit the spot tonight.

“There’s no better feeling in the entire world than being full of you, baby.”

He begins lifting me more enthusiastically and dropping me so down hard that I beg him to stop and then beg him to do it some more. Truth be told, I’m a hot, sweaty, compliant mess and I don’t even know what I want. Rage knows though and he gives it to me stroke by stroke, making me come a third time.

Then he puts me on the bed on my hands and knees and does it all over again. By the time he finally allows himself to come for the first time, I’m face down on the blankets, gasping for breath. My entire body is trembling, but I know all the way down to my bones that if he suggested it again, I’d move heaven and earth to pull myself together for him to go another round.

And that, in my world, is true love. I love this man with all my heart, and nothing will ever change that. I decide in this moment that tomorrow I’ll tell him about Mia and Ashton and the real reason I ran off, I don’t know how long DNA tests take, but deep in my heart I feel that whatever the results show, this man will be there for us. I feel Rage’s arms pull me close as he curls his big body around mine and we tumble off to sleep, sated and happy.