“Lady, I love you, you know that?” Nina murmured, now cuddled up to Tomb.
“I love you more-est.”
“Jesus,” groaned Tomb, “let’s get ‘em out of here before we lose them to each other.”
Lisa giggled and buried her face in Ryan’s shirt. His scent instantly derailed her thoughts. “Mmm, you smell good, slut-puppy.”
“Thanks, sweetheart, keep a cap on it until I get you home.”
She blinked up at his smiling face. She saw two of him and had to blink again to make one of the Ryans go away. Aww, now she missed him.Come back, Ryan!
“I’m not wearing a cap. Where is my cap, Nin’s? Did you take it?”
“He means stop flirting with him because he likes it,” translated Nina. Lisa pressed her fingers to her mouth. “Ohhh, okay.” She glanced at Ryan, who was looking at her, amused. “I’m capped.”
“Good girl. Let’s go.”
“We’re going. Come on, Nina.”
“I’m going home, too, girl. Tomb makes the best grilled cheese. Five cheeses!” She held up eight fingers. Hold up, she was seeing two Ninas, and Lisa quickly blinked until there was only one.
“Man, I want a grilled cheese.”
“Come with us. Rome, make Lisa some grilled cheese, too!”
All the while, Lisa and Nina chatted amongst themselves, the bikers were guiding them to the door, and Lisa shivered when a blast of cold air met her skin, realizing they were outside.
Ryan’s leather jacket was suddenly around her shoulders, and he was telling her to slide her arms into the sleeves.
“I want grilled cheese, Ryan.” She pouted.
He tapped the end of her nose. “I’ll make anything you want.”
“Sappy fucker,” Tomb mocked.
“Kettle, I’m pot, douchebag.” Ryan retorted.
Was he sappy over her? Aww, Lisa wrapped both of her arms around Ryan’s waist. He was so solid all over; she loved being up against his body.
“I want to live right here,” she told herself, and felt Ryan’s hand cup the back of her head. “You can, baby.”
Yay, she thought, shivering and nuzzling his chest.
After that, she didn’t really remember much of getting home, only that Ryan’s truck was so warm that she nodded off a few times, lulled by the gentle bounce of the journey. The whole time, she kept her hand on his thigh, their fingers laced together.
“You won’t let anyone tear us apart, will you, Ryan?” She voiced the worry that had plagued her mind all night.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” He growled, the noise sending a hot shiver rushing down her spine. “I’m yours. You’re mine.”
“You’re mine.” She repeated, smiling like an idiot. “Ryan Gold is mine.”
The front door looked different when Ryan helped her down from the truck, and she frowned, leaning her sleepy body into his as he guided her forward.
He’d brought her to his house.
She was so happy about that, and she told him as much in the hallway while Ryan helped her take off her jacket and shoes.
Was it the extreme happiness of being in her boyfriend’s house, her Ryan Gold’s house, that made Lisa skin off the jeans, leaving them on the floor?
