She snuggles against me and I let out a soft humming sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before in my life. Then she cracks my heart wide fucking open, her words whispered against the cotton of my shirt, “Thank you. For listening. For believing. For stepping up.” She looks at me from underneath her lashes, “For chasing away the fear.”
I kiss her forehead, unsure about why I have a lump forming in my throat with her words. But I do.
“I have some paperwork to deal with,” my words are muttered against her skin. “Do you want to go out to the main room, our room, or stay here?”
She sucks in a breath and holds it for a moment, like she’s expecting me to walk back the words. I’m not going to.
I know what I said.
Our room.
“Can I stay here?” There’s a softness in her question and I nod.
When she climbs off my lap, I feel the loss of her immediately. Then she curls up on one end of the couch and that feeling is replaced with warmth. She pulls something up on her phone, but she doesn’t scroll. I’ve seen Opal do the same thing and my lips stretch into a grin.
I can’t help but ask, “Are you reading?”
Her eyes flick up to me and she nods. “Yes,” her answer has a hint of hesitancy.
“Are you reading porn?” Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Aren’t you part of the book club with Opal? She’s always teasing Graycie about it.”
Ezra clears her throat and even though she’s blushing, she doesn’t look away. “Yup,” she pops the p and then snuggles into her seat a little deeper and bites her lip.
My laughter fills the office, the is sound richer and layered in a new way. I hate that there may be a threat to her safety, but I’m damn glad she trusts me to protect her.
CHAPTER 11
EZRA
The couch in Titus’ office is dangerously comfortable. I could easily fall asleep here, but my book is heating up, and it makes me think about how it felt to be filled by my biker. It wasn’t that long ago, and I’ve never been someone driven by sexual need.
But everything is different with Titus. I want him all the time.
The phantom press of his fingers against my skin haunts me.It reminds me. It tantalizes me and begs me to stand up and walk over to where he’s sitting at his desk. But I shouldn’t interrupt him while he’s working.
While trying to focus and read, my mind drifts back to a few hours ago when Titus suddenly looked up and watched me curiously. I tried to ignore him. It was impossible.
When I finally looked his way, he rasped, “Hungry?”
I was instantly turned on and a little suspicious which had me challenging him, “What did you have in mind?”
One side of his mouth tipped up in a smirk, like he knew the naughty places my mind went first. He certainly wouldn’t have been wrong. Because he asked if I was hungry and I thought about sliding his cock into my mouth and sucking until his knees buckled.
“We can see what there is to find in the fridge. Opal sets one up for us that’s always filled with food we can use at any time. It is not to be confused with the fridges holding food she’s planned to use for specific meals.”
“I would not want to confuse those two,” I teased him with a grimace.
“Oh, it’s happened,” he told me with a chuckle, “and it wasn’t pretty.”
“I imagine not.”
He stood, his movements fluid while not wasting any energy. Economic with a mesmerizing grace. When he offered me his hand, I slipped mine into it without even thinking about it. My phone rang right then and I saw it was my dad calling again.
I left my ringing phone behind as Titus led me out of his office and to the clubhouse kitchen. It was empty, but I knew it wouldn’t have mattered if it was filled. There was a certain determined set to his jaw that told me nothing was going to stop him from feeding me.
Watching him make a sandwich felt like witnessing him put together a strategic attack. He lined everything up, checking the fridge and then acquiring everything needed to build the sandwich and then all the tools required. It was kind of adorable watching him.
He was quick, but thorough, making sure the mayonnaise went all the way to the edges of the bread and when he picked up the mustard he quirked an eyebrow at me in question. All I could do was swallow hard and nod while knowing the man wasn’t trying to turn me on while making me lunch.
