situation. He and Liam were good with one another and he no longer had the weight of the badge on his chest. Giving himself the permission to do what he wanted to do, he shifted his hand back, digging his fingers into her hair and tugged slightly, situating her mouth to his liking.
Roni drew a deep breath in her too-tight lungs as Rooster slowly moved closer. When their lips met, she heard the noise at the back of her throat—it was involuntary and maybe made her sound like a prostitute—deeper than her normal voice ever was. Her fingers flexed in the soft cotton of his T-shirt as she fought to hold herself up. Never had her knees been this weak, never had she felt this all-consuming feeling—not even when they were younger. She pulled the T-shirt hard, knocking him off his balance, so much so that he had to lean heavily against her. The hand that had been resting on the car secured itself to her hip, spanning the skin there, pushing up the T-shirt she wore. Feeling his hand on her bare skin affected her more than it should have. She wasn’t a young girl anymore.
He’d not felt this way in a very long time. He situated himself as best he could so that every part of him touched every part of her given their height difference, but he had to touch her. Rooster realized he’d denied himself for way too long. “Roni, God, I missed you,” he whispered as he pulled his lips from hers, smearing the kiss down the side of her neck, tilting her head back so that he had more room to work.
Her fingers traveled up the back of his shirt, grasping the hard skin there, digging her nails into the flesh. She wanted him closer, needed him to be right with her. She was restless as she moved her body against his, sighing when his teeth nipped the smooth skin at her neck. In the dark, in the club’s driveway, they were making out like two teenagers.
Someone came out of the clubhouse, slamming the door. It was like a gunshot, and the two of them broke apart quickly. Neither one of them looked away from the other as they tried to get their breathing under control.
“We can’t do that again, Rooster,” she told him, situating her shirt to where it sat at her waist again.
“The hell we can’t. It’s been seventeen years and it’s not gone away, Roni. Don’t you see?” He put his hand at her neck and forced her eyes to meet his. “It’s never going to go away. I’m not interested in spending another seventeen years without you.”
Those words from any other person would have made her roll her eyes, but those words from Rooster scared her. They’d been down this road once and it had broken her.
“Let me rephrase that. I can’t do this with you again and I won’t.”
Rooster fought to keep the anger out of his voice, the rage off his face. “I’m not gonna let you run away from me again.”
“You have no choice,” she told him sadly. “Because I won’t put myself in the situation again.”
“We’ll see,” he told her as she got into her car. “We’ll see how long you can deny the feelings between us.”
She wanted to hurt him, tell him that she’d done it with no problem for seventeen years. That, however, wasn’t the truth. She’d had a major problem with it, always wondering what would have been. Would they have gotten married? Their child would be around the same age as Drew and Mandy now. How would she have been as a mother? Would he have been a strict father? “Please, let it go.” She was tired of fighting it. Keeping their secret was tiring.
“You no longer have Liam to hide behind. He and I are good now. I’m not going to sit back anymore and live my life without you. It’s not happening. I let people take you away once. I’m not doing it again.”
Closing the door, she started the car, not wanting to hear the words he was telling her. Now wasn’t the time. Her heart wasn’t as open as it had once been, and she wasn’t sure she believed in love anymore. There were plenty of people in her