Page 43 of Torrent’s Treasure

“How’d you know?” Torrent couldn’t keep the surprise out of his tone.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on her after Harley mentioned your encounter. You won’t need to worry about her for the rest of the night,” Mammoth promised, chuckling and walking toward the bar. He stopped in front of Jasmine. Whatever he said must have irritated her because she started to walk around him and head toward the table with Sally and Cecilia. Mammoth grasped her arm, pulling her back against him, holding her head still so he could whisper in her ear. Whatever he said must have convinced her because she dropped to her knees and started unbuckling his belt.

Torrent glanced at the table to see if Cecilia had caught any of that, but she was giggling at something Sally had said, completely unaware of Jasmine. Torrent turned back and saw that Jasmine’s mouth was full. She wouldn’t be saying anything to Cecilia anytime soon.

He stayed to watch Dragon play pool, keeping Cecilia in sight, just in case.

Cecilia let Torrent help her up the stairs to their room with his arm around her waist. She wasn’t wasted, but it was nice to have him want to keep her safe.

“I had so much fun,” she beamed, as he unlocked their door and let her walk in first.

“I’m glad,” he said, locking their door. “You need to text Willow to check on Calliope or you okay?”

He was such a sweetie. She stared at his eyes, his nose, down to his full lips.

“Cecilia,” he rumbled.

“What?” she replied.

“Do you need to text or call Willow?” he gently pressed.

She shook her head. She trusted Willow.

“Nope, but we’ve been married almost a week,” she noted, glancing toward the clock and saw it was two in the morning on Sunday. “No, it’s been a week. Happy Anniversary!” she yelled.

“Happy Anniversary, Cecilia,” Torrent murmured in his deep voice that always made her feel safe.

“We haven’t consummated our marriage yet,” she admitted. She worried at times that it wouldn’t be considered real if it hadn’t been consummated. What if Useless found out it wasn’t real?

“No, we haven’t. We have all the time—no rush,” Torrent reassured her.

She scrunched her nose. Maybe Torrent didn’t want her. Did he think she was ugly or not sexy? Is that why he wasn’t rushing? Was he having Jasmine take care of his needs?

“Men have needs,” she said.

Torrent blinked at her. Did he have something stuck in his eye? She was a little wasted, but she could probably still help him get it out of there. When he didn’t say anything, she wondered if he’d heard her.

“Men have needs, right?” she repeated.

“Yes, but so do women,” he countered.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you going to Jasmine because we haven’t consummated our wedding,” she blurted.

He stepped closer. “I don’t cheat. We’re married,” he stated firmly.

She stared at him. “What about that?” she asked, motioning to his cock which looked like it was really hard and straining at his jeans. At least, she hoped it was really hard because if it was that big when it was soft, there was no freaking way it would fit inside her without puncturing through her uterus and her diaphragm.

"That will wait as long as we need until we are both ready to make love,” he swore.

She swayed closer. How did she find a man who was willing to keep her safe and expect nothing in return? Oh, that’s right, her dad had suggested him. Her dad must have realized that Torrent was a good man. She giggled. It was funny to think of her dad believing that an ex-con biker was a better man than the Police Chief.

She wasn’t ready to consummate their marriage, but Torrent gave great kisses. She reached for his white T-shirt under his cut and grabbed the neckline, pulling him closer.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

Torrent complied, and she gave herself over to having his lips against hers—tasting, nipping until she was leaning against him because every touch spun her higher. She needed something more, but there was some reason she wasn’t going further. She couldn’t remember it right now. She wanted his hands on her.

She reached for his hand, sliding it under her T-shirt and placing it on her breast. Her nipple was hard in the bra cup, but Torrent didn’t move his hand. She reluctantly dragged her lips away from Torrent.