Leland's Baby by Michelle Hart Page B

continued to fuck me harder and harder. Our bodies were red hot from the steam. Our sweat was sticky sweet.
     
    Leland stilled and bit his bottom lip hard. “Come with me, Constance.” Leland found his release, saying my name over and over. I shattered into a million tiny pieces, experiencing the most intense and uncontrollable orgasm ever. Leland collapsed on top of me, panting and full of happiness. Our heart beats raced together.
     
    “I'd forgotten what that felt like,” I said, exasperated.
     
    “I've never felt so close to somebody before,” Leland replied, rolling over next to me.
     
    “I've never come so fast before. How did you do it?”
     
    Leland ran his fingers through my hair. “We work well together, don't we?”
     
    I nodded and rested my head against his chest. My fingers traced the Rabid Dogs tattoo. Underneath it was a Latin phrase that I didn't understand—In Pace Ultio. “What does that mean?”
     
    Leland looked down at his chest. “Means Peace in Vengeance.”
     
    My eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Not a very happy motto.”
     
    “That's not the point. In my life, things can go very wrong at any moment. There's only one thing that can bring you peace.”
     
    I lifted my head up off his chest. “Did you already take revenge for Isaac?” I knew it was wrong to ask the second it left my lips. How could you be so stupid, Constance.
     
    Leland looked lost, staring off into space. “I did get revenge.”
     
    “Did you find peace?”
     
    Leland sniffled and shook his head. “Nothing will bring back Isaac. But at least he can rest knowing that his killer was brought to justice.”
     
    A tattoo of a small gun was marked on his side. “What's this one for?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
     
    Leland smiled. “I forgot about that one. That was my first tattoo—back when I joined Rabid Dogs.”
     
    “You mean you didn't get this spider tattoo first?”
     
    “No when I first joined I had to be a prospect for a year.”
     
    I scratched his head with my nails and Leland purred like a cat. “Prospect?”
     
    Leland closed his eyes, deep in thought. “Kind of like a pledge for a fraternity. You do all the shitty work the MC needs done. I got this gun tattooed on my side after my first week with Rabid Dogs. Isaac was with me at the time.” Leland smiled at the memory. “He wanted me to get a sword with fire but I thought a gun would be more badass.”
     
    I stood up and started putting my panties back on. “You should take a shower. You'll feel better.”
     
    “Only if you take one with me.” Leland's lips stretched into a grin and he pulled me into his arms. I giggled as he nuzzled his nose against mine. Would I always be this happy with him? He had so much darkness surrounding him. How could we ever live a normal life?

Chapter Nineteen
     
Leland

How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Constance—the beautiful and understanding woman made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust her and follow her lead.
     
    “Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto her and pulled Constance to me. Her lips tasted like candy and I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.
     
    I craned her neck to the side, revealing her bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on her, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at her backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by her nice ass in a thong. I reached down and squeezed each cheek hard.
     
    Constance jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when she was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Constance out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.
     
    Constance knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of her through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is