Lily’s ocean eyes dance over my bruised, cut up face before her attention snaps to Trudi. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back a triumphant smile as Lily’s gaze travels down Trudi’s scantily clad body, stopping on the narrow scrap offabric she’s wearing as a skirt. Not that I’d call it a skirt since it doesn’t even cover her arse cheeks in the least.
Then, I watch as Lily’s eyes narrow and darken with anger, and my fucking cock stirs.
Oh Lily. Are you jealous?
As she steps closer, she watches everything Trudi does. The way her hands touch my arm, shoulder, and chest. The peck of a kiss Trudi plants on my cheek. The way she rubs her tits against my arm.
“What are you doing?” Lily’s voice finally gains Trudi’s attention. At first, I think Lily is talking to me, but her eyes remain on Trudi.
“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Trudi lies, flicking Lily a glance over her shoulder before returning her attention to me. “I’m cleaning up Asher’s cuts.”
When she dabs a cut at the corner of my eye, Lily’s eyes darken even more.
“Stop,” Lily demands, and Trudi’s brows shoot up in surprise.
Meanwhile, I relax back on the stool, still working to hold back my smirk.
“Why?” Trudi asks, and Lily shakes her head in frustration.
“Because you obviously have no idea what you’re doing.” Reaching out, Lily snatches the gauze from Trudi’s fingers. “Move,” she snaps, and Trudi squeaks in alarm, moving out of the way quickly.
Finally, Lily steps between my legs to take over and I’m fucking chuffed.
“Wanna tell me how you ended up like this?” Lily asks, using her mum tone.
Fuck, should I tell her how much it turns me on? Probably not, because then she’ll never use it again. That would be a real shame.
“He won all five fights.” Trudi supplies not so fucking helpfully and Lily stops dabbing saline to the cut on my cheek as she closes her eyes and sucks in a deep breath.
“She was talking to me,” I snap at Trudi.
“Oh. Sorry,” she answers innocently, but I ignore her, keepingmy gaze trained on Lily as her lids flutter open again and she resumes cleaning me up.
“You fought at The Rough House?”
This time it’s me who’s surprised. “You know about that place?”
“I know a lot of things, Asher. I’m not just a mum,” she says quietly so only I can hear, and I grin.
“Don’t I fucking know it.”
Her eyes meet mine then. She’s so close to me right now. Closer than is probably needed for the task she’s doing, but I’m not about to ask her to step back. No fucking way.
“Why were you fighting?” she asks as she moves to the other side of my face, cleaning it up.
“Money.”
Her brows shoot up. “If you need money, I can give it to you.”
“No,” I hiss, and her gaze darts to mine.
“No?”
“I won’t take charity, Lil. I’ll pay you back and then contribute. That’s only fair.”
She stops cleaning my cut for a beat, her eyes dancing between mine as she studies me.
“Okay,” she finally says quietly, her sweet breath fanning over my face, and fuck, I can’t help but grin.
