Page 58 of Savage Surrender

“We’re not discussing my masturbation habits so you can take notes while I’m trying to have an emotional moment with you.”

“I am an excellent multitasker.”

That gets a real smile out of her, soft at the edges and filthy in the middle.

She rubs her thumb over the folded edge of the flower paper. “I would’ve really liked all of this. And all of you with me.”

Bianca looks around the house again. She sets the flowers down beside the champagne and comes to me.

Her feet are bare and barely make a sound on the floor, but every step works through my body anyway. She stops close enough that her cover-up whispers against my skin, tilts her face up, and studies me closely.

“Thank you,” she says.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re still completely fucking insane.”

“Yeah.” I glance at her mouth. “You seem into it.”

Her fingers slide into my hair, and she pulls my mouth down to hers.

I stay still long enough for her to establish the pace. The soft press of her lips is intoxicating and then she opens for me.

The pharmacy clerk shaking her head flashes behind my eyes. “We haven’t received our shipment from the mainland this week - and there are inventory issues.”

She tastes like strawberries and salt, and the sound she makes when my tongue finds hers tears straight through all the years of imagining this house empty.

Owen’s quiet curses are music to my ears, and somewhere to my right, Freddie mutters, “Jesus Christ.”

I pretend they’re not there and let myself enjoy this moment.

Bianca presses against me, my hard-as-fuck cock between us, and smiles into my mouth while her nails scrape my scalp. I turn us just enough to give the three of them a clear view, and the frustration that rolls through the room is so good I could almost come from it.

“Dickhead - why the fuck didn’t you tell us, your best friends, that you bought her a house?” Owen finally snaps, and I’m surprised it’s taken him this long.

I let him simmer while I take one more taste of Bianca. Her fingers tighten in my hair as if she approves of my priorities, but then she laughs against my mouth and twists in my arms to look at him.

“Because then I would’ve missed that face.”

Owen points at me, apparently too offended to choose between violence and words. “Fucking showoff. I was going to offer her motorcycle and mustache rides anytime she wanted, and you bought her coastal real estate.”

Bianca’s laugh gets louder. “Were those separate offers?”

“Package deal, Princess. Still on the table.”

“Good. I accept both.”

That takes some of the murder out of him. Not all of it - Owen is still Owen - but his arms loosen across his chest, and his attention drops to the hand I have around her waist as if he’s already calculating when he can collect.

Bianca sees it too. Her smile turns softer as she slips out of my hold, although her fingertips drag across my stomach on the way past, which feels less like leaving and more like a promise to come back.

“What about you, Frederick?” she teases. “Were you going to proposition me with anything?”

Freddie glances at the house around us, then at Owen, and whatever joke he reaches for doesn’t quite make it out. “I didn’t have house money. Or a motorcycle. Or any cool shit that could compete with these assholes.”

Bianca is smiling when Freddie takes her hand. “But I’d do anything for you. And... I’ll make sure you never go without snacks and comfort. And by comfort, I mean cuddles, and movie nights, and running baths for you, and scratching your back for as long as you want, and going down on you until you tap out...”

Bianca’s nose goes pink as she stares down at their joined hands.