“The club protects those who belong to it. This isn’t about you being an employee of the club. It’s about you and your sister having entered the fold of those who belong in it.”
Now, what does that mean?
“I don’t know what that means,” I tell him.
Styxx’s hand in my hair comes around to curl around the apple of my cheek, framing the side of my face. “Means we’ve got your back. Means we’re gonna look into what the fuck your uncle is playin’ at. It also means that while we do so, we’re gonna keep a better eye out for both you and your sister.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yeah,mo chathú,I do.”
My breath hitches as his head lowers.
“You realize what’s happenin’ here?” he asks, his mouth a breath from mine.
“Umm.” I couldn’t fully comprehend exactly what was happening. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“I’ll show you,” he says before claiming my lips with his.
I part my lips in time for his tongue to plunder inside and tangle with mine. I have never experienced a kiss like this in my entire life.
His mouth alone spurs me for more with his hunger as he demands and claims. My body responds instantly, melting against him as his arm around me tightens. The way he kisses me, it’s like I’m oxygen he needs, and he’s been drowning for it. My fingers find their way to his shoulders, gripping the solid muscle there as I try to steady myself against the sensation overtaking me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything like this, and it’s more than a little overwhelming.
Styxx lifts his head, breaking away from the best kiss of my life. I suck in a breath of that oxygen he seemed to be needing as much as me. I didn’t even have the mentality to think about my lips tingling or that my heart was thundering in my chest. Styxx keeps his grip tight, holding me close, and presses his forehead against mine.
“That’s what’s happening,” he murmurs, his voice even deeper than before, thick and husky, so much so that I want to hear it every day just like that.
I swallow hard, trying to process the hurricane of emotions swirling through me. “I . . . I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Maybe not, but it’s happenin’,mo chathú.”
With those words, Styxx kisses me all over again.
CHAPTER 8
STYXX
“Hey, Styxx.”
I look up to see Promise coming in my direction, skipping across the yard. I glance at the contraption my daughter is sitting in, playing with the attached toys. More like putting her mouth on whatever she can reach.
It’s been two days since I kissed Hope, and in those two days, I’ve only become frustrated with her as she seems to be evading me at every opportunity.
Kissing her might not have been a good idea, as she said, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s quickly becoming an addiction I can’t get enough of.
“Hey, kid, what are you up to?” I ask, getting back to what I was doing with my bike.
Since Eabha was born, I’ve rarely had a moment to check ride. The other day was one of the few times.
“Nothing much,” she says, plopping down next to my daughter. “Hey, sweet girl, how was your day?”
Eabha makes a squeal sound, one she’s started doing anytime she sees Promise.
“Hope dropped me off before heading to work,” Promise states, turning toward me, but keeps playing with my daughter.
I nod, doing my best to hide my annoyance. I’d been waiting for her out here. It’s why I was working on the bike in the first place. She and I are going to have to talk. I looked into her uncle as I told her the club would do. Scythe and I both did before taking the findings to Reaper and the others.
I couldn’t keep it to myself, not when she worked at one of our establishments, and her sister had been with Josephine more than once. They had to know what was found, and none of us liked it.
