Utah (Knights Corruption MC: Laredo #4)

Chapter 40

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Everything with Utah fell into place. His club was no longer being threatened by the Mexican cartel, although that’s all he’d tell me. He refused to give me any more details because he said it was in the past and that was where he wanted to leave the situation. I didn’t push because it wasn’t important enough to start an argument. I was simply happy he and my brother weren’t in danger any longer.

He was healing physically from being stabbed and no longer required the harsh opioid medication to get through the day. Those pills not only curbed his pain, but during the short period of time he took them, they altered his mood. I was happy he stopped taking them. One less thing to worry about because I didn’t believe we’d survive if he reacted to a situation again like he did with finding out about Will.

After my doctor’s visit yesterday, when she reaffirmed the baby was doing well, I finally let go of some of the stress I’d been carrying. I’d release the rest of my worry when the baby was born. I told my mother that, and she laughed, telling me I’d never stop worrying about my child. My brother, sister, and I were all grown, and she still fretted over us .

Nestling into Utah’s side, I thanked the universe or fate or whatever was responsible for bringing him into my life. Even though we’d had our issues, we loved each other. And even though there was a ten-year age gap between us, I didn’t feel as if that hindered us in any way. Other than those times when I didn’t understand some of his movie and music references, which in turn made him feel even older.

“I love you,” I murmured against his chest.

“You do?” The tone of his voice indicated he wasn’t being completely serious.

I craned my neck to look up at him. “I do.”

“Well, that helps.”

Playfully smacking his chest, I tsked. “That’s not the response a woman wants to hear, especially a pregnant woman.”

“I’m teasing. You know I love you.” He pulled me on top of him.

“That’s more like it.” My soft laughter died on my lips when he thrust his hips upward. “Although I do like when you tease me.” My tone dripped with desire, and it was all I could do to control my raging hormones.

“Don’t start, Ria. You know we can’t do anything for another two days.”

“You started it by pressing yourself against me.”

“I did no such thing. You were squishing my dick. I had to adjust.”

“There’s no squishing that thing. It’s too big.”

“Flattery will get you fucked, so stop it.” He smacked my ass. “Now kiss me.”

Instinct told me I was entering dangerous territory, but I did as he demanded. I pressed my mouth to his, and at first, our connection was soft, gentle. But when I squirmed on top of him, unable to control the surge of lust thickening my veins, he groaned, the vibration tickling my lips .

He wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing gently as his tongue slid against mine.

My pulse fluttered in my throat, my heart like a wild drum beneath my ribs.

We shared one breath.

A single moment of ecstasy that could go no further.

A lapse in judgment because all this teasing couldn’t lead anywhere. Not today, at least.

My lips momentarily slipped from his. “We have… have to stop,” I breathlessly said.

“I know.”

His gaze bore into mine, and all I wanted to do was ravage him, but as he mentioned, we still had two more days to go before we could be together again.

“I should get off you.”

“You should,” he said.

For a moment, neither of us moved. It was the first time in a long time I wished for the hours to fly by just so we could be two days into the future.

Deciding it best not to tease myself any longer, I hoisted myself into a sitting position, straddling his lap. “This isn’t any better.” I laughed.

“Nope.” His smile mirrored mine, and my heart flickered. “How about you sit here?” he said, pointing to the cushion next to him. “I want to talk to you about something.”

“Is it bad?” I asked, moving off him.

“No,” he answered, shaking his head at the same time. “I told you I wanted us to move in together, but there’s no rush.”

I angled my body toward him, tucking my right leg beneath me. “You don’t want me to move in? Because if you’re having doubts—”

“I’m not having doubts. I promise. I want you to take all the time you need, though. We just got back on track after everything that happened. I don’t want to force the situation and have you regretting the decision soon after. That’s all.” He entwined his fingers with mine. “I swear. I’m not backing out. I’d have you move in here tonight if it was up to me. But this will happen on your time. When you’re ready.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

I nodded, a mixture of excitement and apprehension battling for the win. I looked forward to the day Utah and I lived together. To go to bed each night in his arms and wake up next to him would be amazing. But after the incident with Will, I still had some reservations. I believed him when he said he’d never act that way again, but I needed him to prove it to me as well.

While I’d been worried he was having second thoughts about our future living arrangements, I was grateful he gave me the time I needed before I took the plunge.