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I glance at Nico to gauge his reaction when I say. “No, my dad did when I turned ten.”
I knew it wouldn’t shock him, but seeing the look of admiration on his face warms me in ways I can’t explain. Meeting ‘normal people’ in college made me realize how fucked up my childhood was.
He starts to wrap up my hand. “What’s your range?”
“Dad made sure I could hit a quarter from a hundred yards out before I was even allowed to think about driving.”
Nico chuckles to himself as if in on a private joke.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing Sophie, I just think that’s impressive.”
I eye him warily as he knots the end of the bandage. He doesn’t let my hand go, though. Instead, he knits his fingers through mine and traps my hand against the warm, solid muscle of his thigh.
I look down at the hand holding mine. It’s tanned, with thick veins running across it like ropes, leading into his wrist and forearm. A platinum signet ring engraved with a V and set with diamonds sits on his ring finger. Unable to resist, I start poking and tracing the veins, loving the firm springy texture and the silky hairy skin.
“Are you trained in physical combat?” He asks in a gravelly voice that tells me he’s not unaffected by what I’m doing.
“Krav Maga, brown belt.”
“Not bad,” he praises. I glance up to catch a playful glint behind the scorching heat in his eyes.
I smile back, loving the thrill his words send down my spine “What next? You want to know how much I can bench press?”
Arching his brow, he lets his gaze trail slowly over me, leaving fire on my skin. “Weights? Nah.” He shakes his head, his voice dropping an octave lower. “What I’m curious to know about though, is your squat game. I have to say, Sophie, it is pretty fucking fantastic from whichever angle you look at it.”
It takes me a moment to grasp his meaning. I can’t help laughing. “You are unbelievable, Nico Vitelli.”
“And you’re sexy as fuck. Come here,” Suddenly, he moves me, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap. And while we’re on the subject of strength… just, wow. Fast reflexes too.
I look around self-consciously, although I can’t say I’m not enjoying where I am. I feel his steel hard length under my butt and can’t resist very subtly grinding against it.
He pulls me against his chest, splaying his hand low on my belly. A quivering begins where he’s touching me and spreads lower. His warmth and vetiver scent surround me, weaving their way around my brain. Before I give myself permission, I’m already leaning closer, pushing my nose into his neck.
His groan brings me back to my senses and I catch myself gently grazing my teeth on his earlobe. I’m shocked but don’t try to scramble off his lap, I just make my body sit up straighter, wondering what the hell just came over me.
As if sensing I need some distraction, he nods toward the couple by the bonfire. “So, who are they?”
“That’s Fang, the guy who gave up his room for us. Last time I saw him, he’d just earned his patch.” I glance at Nico, explaining, “It’s like becoming a made man.”
I continue when Nico nods to show that he understands. “Now Fang’s been promoted to the position of road captain—the one who organizes rides and outings.”
Nico nods again. “And the nice lady?”
I chuckle at his sarcasm because the woman in question is currently naked, on her knees, and drenched in spittle while administering what seems to be an impressive blowjob, going by her vigorous head movements and deep-throating skills. “She’s a sweetbutt.”
“A what?”
“A hopeful. I’m not sure you have an equivalent term in the Outfit. Club girls, maybe? Anyway, I think, like the others, she may have come from out of town with the aim of leaving her biker crush with something to remember. And given her…efforts, I’d say she has a huge soft spot for Fang. Bless her.”
“Yeah, I’d say that certainly is one thing they’ve got here that we don’t have back in Chicago.”
I chuckle, “Nico, you sound really distressed that you don’t have Mud Nights in the Outfit.”
“It’s a fucking crying shame, really,” he jokes right back.
“I mean, you’re the Don, who knows? Your Capos might thank you for it. And speaking of being Don…”
