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“All right. That’s enough of that,” Z says, standing and taking my hand to pull me up off the couch with him. “My old lady doesn’t need to hear this.”
“But we do?” Teller says.
Z presses up tight against my back, slipping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. “I want to do a lot of filthy things to you tonight.”
Worried his brothers can hear us, I let out a nervous laugh. “Why?”
“Are you looking for a more complex answer than ‘you make my dick hard every time I look at you?’” he whispers against my ear.
The timbre of his voice as he admits the level of control I have over him releases a wave a desire. Every inch of my skin hums with anticipation.
“I thought you were mad about me laughing at your wild love life?”
He snorts. “I can never stay mad at you for long, Siren.”
The other guys continue harassing each other and Z eases me closer to the bar so we’re alone.
All teasing fades from his expression “I should’ve said something sooner.”
My heart skips. What exactly is he trying to confess? “About what?” I croak.
“Jesus, nothing bad.” He leans in and runs his hands up and down my arms. “Yes, I was seeing her for a while.”
“Stella?”
His face twists as if he hates hearing the name. “Yes. We were never serious or anything.”
“Okay.”
“I wasn’t lying. When you came back, I ended it with her.”
“Why? We weren’t really together.”
“Come on, Lilly. I warned you I wouldn’t let you get away again. Anyway, she was pissed at me.”
“So, she had feelings for you?”
His eyes widen and he holds up his hands. “Not that I ever knew of. Trust me.”
“So, you had feelings for her?”
“Nothing real.” He looks me in the eye. “I know the difference now.”
How can he make my heart squeeze at the same time he’s telling me about his ex?
“What are you trying to say, Z?”
He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Like they said, she works with the club. Her company is more Sway’s pet project—”
“And he let you date her?” I ask with wide eyes.
“I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled. Can I finish?”
“Please do.”
He shakes his head and I have a twinge of guilt for messing with him when he’s trying so hard to tell me whatever it is he thinks I need to know. “I’ve run into her at the hospital when she’s visiting Sway. I’ll probably have to deal with her at some point while I’m in charge down here.”
I shrug. “Okay?”
“Once Sway’s out of the hospital, hell, maybe before then, I don’t know, it’s possible she’ll be here for some parties or whatever. I don’t want you—”
“Z, I appreciate the warning. But—and don’t take this the wrong way—”
“Jesus,” he mutters and shakes his head.
I place my hand on his arm to soften my words. I’m really not trying to be a bitch about this. “I’m going to guess that more than a few bunnies who hang out here have enjoyed your company at one time or another?”
He grits his teeth. “It’s possible,” he concedes.
“Stella was more than just a bunny to you, though?”
“Sort of.”
“We’ve talked about this stuff before. I meant what I said. My own past is plenty colorful.”
He narrows his eyes, a spark of possessiveness gleaming in their dark blue depths, but I continue anyway. “I honestly never expected to want to settle down and be with one guy, but you changed that for me.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “Keep going.”
Arrogant man. I blow out a breath. “I want you. I understand that you come with all of this.” I circle my hand in the air, indicating the club. “The only way I’m going to be pissed about Stella, or any other bedmate of yours, is if it’s not in the past. My son will not be raised by a weak woman who lets her man humiliate her over and over.”
“There’s no one but you.”
“Good, because you should know I am not one of those women who will blame the other woman and start fights over you.” I move in closer and brush my hand against his crotch. “I am the kind of woman who will straight-up cut your dick off if you ever cheat on me.”
I’m kidding, of course. Sort of. I do feel a tad murderous when I think of him with Stella or anyone else, though.
Z stares at me.
I smile up at him.
He stares at me some more.
I pat his cheek. “Good talk, Z. I’m glad we got all this out in the open.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lilly
Inside our room, Z strips me of my top and tosses it to the side. “Get those jeans off.”
I work them down over my hips slowly and he groans. He’d requested tight jeans before, so I found a pair of skinny jeans I hadn’t worn yet. Now I remember why. They’re like a damn second skin. I’m trapped and getting them off the rest of the way isn’t remotely sexy.
Z pushes me back against the mattress and tugs the material down my legs. “Need some help, Siren?”
“I guess so.”
I sit up and he tries pushing me back down. But I slide out of his grasp and off the bed, landing on my knees.
He stares down at me with a smile playing over his lips. “What are you doing down there?”
“Whatever I want.”
In a swift move, he slides his hands in front of his groin, shielding himself from me. “I don’t know if I want you so close to my dick. You threatened to cut it off a few minutes ago.”
I play with the button of his jeans, tugging it out from under his iron grip. “Only if you cheated on me.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Then you’re perfectly safe.”
He moves his hands and I flick the button loose, and carefully ease his zipper down.
I kneel up and wrap one hand around his monster of a cock. “So damn hard. Impressive.” I hold his gaze while I swoop in and circle the head with my tongue.
He hisses in a sharp breath. “I’m always co
cked and loaded around you.”
I chuckle and flick my tongue over the tip.
“Fuck. Do that again. Jesus, that’s amazing.”
“Well, I’m no porn star, but—”
“Uh-uh.” His serious tone stops my hand mid-stroke. He leans down and presses a finger to my lips. “No jokes about that. Not here. This is just us now.”
Z
I swear my legs still won’t work right. “You broke me, woman,” I tease Lilly as she gets dressed.
She grins over her shoulder.
“Come back here.”
“Are you planning to get dressed or do you want to show off your porn-sized dick to everyone tonight?”
I rub my hand over my face and try not to laugh. “Thanks for that. I’ll never live it down.”
She fake-pouts at me. “Oh, poor Z. The other boys are gonna make fun of you for having a big dick.”
“Get over here.” I grab her hand and yank her down on top of me.
My fingers tangle in her hair and I drag her down for a long kiss. She pulls away and stares down at me. “Come on. The club needs to see more of their president’s face tonight.”
“Their president needs his woman.”
“You just had me.”
“You think I’m an asshole because I’d rather be in here with you than out there running my club?”
“What? No. Christ, Z. You’re pretty much running the club twenty-four seven. Of course, you need time to yourself.”
I lean up and kiss her again. “Thank you.”
She sits up and trails kisses down my chest, over my abs, a little lower, then she stops and kneels next to my legs. “You’ll get more of that later.”
I groan and roll out of bed, snagging my jeans off the floor. She glides over to the closet and pokes through the few dresses and things she keeps stored here. “You planning to wear something else?”
She shrugs.
“Everyone will think we came down here to fuck.”
“Like they don’t already know.”
Maybe fifteen minutes later, we’re heading back to the party. It’s definitely gotten louder and rowdier since we left.
Murphy and Teller are over by the bar so I head to them first. Not before noticing Jigsaw and Suds tag-teaming an eager club girl over the pool table.
