Page 108 of Misguided
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I just going to stand here pretending I don’t feel your dick shoved against me a little longer?”
The corners of her eyes crinkle as I lift a finger to the side of her face and stroke a line to her chin. Our breath heats the morning air between us, her gaze flicking between my eyes as I slide my finger under her chin and tilt her head up a little. Her body goes lax in my hold, the air escaping her lungs on a sigh as I ever so gently lay my lips on hers and capture the bottom one in a pinch. Her back arches, those full breasts pressed hard against my chest as she silently urges me to continue, to stop stringing her out.
The anticipation is what I love the most, that excitement that builds deep in your chest and shoots outwards in a buzz that rips through your limbs. I hope it never goes away when I’m with this woman.
I don’t hesitate a second longer, using my fingers pinched on her chin to angle her head so I can thrust my tongue inside her sweet-tasting mouth. She groans, swirling the tip of her tongue around mine as though licking me clean like a bowl of cream.
Mel pulls away, a smile twitching at her lips before she leans in again. One taste was never going to be enough.
I’ve kissed plenty of women in my time, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I enjoyed simply making out with a girl like this; driven by nothing but my raw hunger for her taste, the warmth of her lips on mine, and the remnants of her kiss tingling on my tongue.
Sure, the sex was great, but damn, there’s so much more to her that makes her special. So much more that I enjoy about being with Mel, and each little thing has its own perks.
“You might think you’re messed up sometimes,” I murmur when she finally has her fill. “But baby, the most beautiful things I know are faultless in their imperfections.”
She snorts a contented little laugh and then shoots her arms around my middle, holding me tight as she nestles the side of her head to my chest.
It’s all I wanted; for her to feel secure and okay about where she is in life. Some really shit things happened to her these past two years, and anybody who thought wrong of her for taking the impact hard is a lesser person in my eyes.
We all deal differently.
“Ready to go shoot something?” I ask.
She untangles herself from me and, with a deep breath, nods. “Lead the way.”
A few minutes later, I have her air rifle stowed away inside our tent and a daypack on my back. I agreed to let her carry the rifle, only because she looked like a lost lamb without anything in her hands. Plus, I think she gets a kick out of looking all kinds of badass, even though her pink camo softens that a little.
“How far do we walk?” she whispers as we step through the tree line and onto a worn path through the forest.
“It’s about twenty minutes.” Vines grow over the fallen branches on the forest floor, making it a trap for anybody who isn’t watching where they step.
In a perfect world, I would have come up here a few weeks ago and scoped the place out, looked for sign, and made a plan of attack to ensure we get a kill. But life with the MC, as quiet as it is right now, doesn’t lend much to getting out anymore.
We walk in silence for a while, only the scrape of our boots in the dead undergrowth accompanying us as I lead us towards a valley a little further in. The hillsides get enough shade in the cooler months to end up covered in lush green grass that the deer go wild for. It’s a sure spot for a sighting, and right now, looking at the face of the beauty that walks behind me, I want nothing more than to keep her happy.
“You ever do anythin’ like this?” I ask as I hold a low-hanging branch out of the way of our faces. “With your brother and old man, I mean?”
“Go on nature walks?”
“Yeah. Get out for a while.”
She waits on the side of the track for me to resume my lead. “Only a couple of school outings. Daddy was never much of an outdoorsman, and Hooch has other interests.”
“And your momma?”
The rumors are thick and plenty about Mel’s mom, yet today, I want to hear about the woman from the closest source to her. The history of the Aces intrigues me, mostly because it’s kept so close to everyone’s chests. I’ve got the gist of why the club was formed, and we all know who the founding members were, but there’s speculation around why the chapters all operate so independently.
“Momma was a goal-driven woman,” Mel states simply.
She keeps her chin down, watching the dead leaves pass under her feet as she walks. I steal a few more glances back at her, yet she doesn’t say any more.
“Why’d she leave you?”
“Frustrated, I think.” She shrugs. “I was old enough to know that Mom and Dad didn’t love each other anymore, but young enough not to know why.”
“You ever talk to her?”