I heard the bathroom door open and kept my forehead to the glass. I only took it from the glass when Abel wrapped his arms around me, one at my upper chest, one at my ribs, and pulled my back tight to his front.

“For future reference,” he said softly in my ear, “don’t give a shit you see that with me, but you gotta take care of business, you close the door.”

I stared at us in the glass—Abel holding me close, his head bent, his lips to my ear—and it was an awesome picture, but I didn’t really process it because I was stunned at his words.

“For a biker, your preference is surprising.”

“You wanna be open about that shit, have at it. Just stating my preference.”

“I prefer privacy,” I shared.

“Kinda noticed that.”

“Why is it that men taking care of business seems completely natural to me and I feel the need for privacy?”

“Probably because you grew up with bikers who had no problem marking their territory wherever it might be, and being around men, you valued you privacy. And I grew up with women who were like you so it’s what I know.”

“That makes sense,” I muttered.

He pulled me closer and shoved his face deeper into my neck before he said, “Thanks for talking about pissing and not my brother.”

I smiled at the glass. “Anything for you, baby.”

That was when he gave it to me.

“I’m sorry I was a dick.”

God, I loved it how he did that. Just put it out there. So easy. Never making me work for it.

I drew in breath and let it out. “It was understandable. I’m sorry I didn’t back off and forced you to be a dick.”

“You were dealing with the news too.”

“I was, but it was your news, so I should have had a mind to how you needed to deal with it, not how I wanted you to.”

He slid his lips up my neck, back to my ear, and whispered, “Right. That’s done. Can I bury my cock in your cunt now?”

I melted against him but replied, “Immediately?”

“No, I’ll get you there.”

I knew he would.

“Then yes.”

I thought he’d move, either breathtakingly fast or nice and slow.

He didn’t.

“Abel?”

“Tomorrow night, it’s all gonna be okay.”

I closed my eyes.

I opened them, whispering, “Okay, baby,” and I put a lot of effort into making it sound like I believed him.

And I did.

I just worried he was wrong.

He tightened his arms around me, slid his lips back down to my neck, and I’d find it would be a while before we made it to the bed because Abel was in the mood to take his time.