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“Want to tell me about it?” She props her chin on my chest, and when she squirms closer, her hot pussy comes into contact with my cock.
I hiss and grip her hips. “No. I want to feel you again.”
She nibbles her lip and moves her hips against me. “I want that, too.” Then she cups my cheek. “But I want to know you, all of you, everything.”
I sigh and pull her up my body, hating to lose the heat of her from where I want it most. But this conversation requires focus. And I can barely even think as it is. She’s on top of me. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is trusting me with her body, her mind, her heart.
“Bad childhood.” I throw that out there. “You don’t need details. But my father had fists and liked to use them.”
Her face falls. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago. I forgave him even though he never asked me to. I had to. If I didn’t, I’d be full of hate and looking for death. Forgiving him also savedme.”
Her lips tip up in a sad smile. “You don’t talk much, but when you do, you get your point across beautifully.”
I grunt a low laugh. “I left home young, made my way all across the country. Got into a fight in NYC when I saw a guy trying to abduct a young woman. He got away. I got arrested.”
“Oh no.” She tries to wrap her arms around me, but I’m too big for her to get far. “Of course you were someone’s hero.”
“She was just a kid, you know? He was following her and grabbed her. I stopped him, but the cops actually showed up for once, so I got tossed in jail. While I was waiting for everything to get settled, someone from a clandestine mercenary group came to see me. They’d seen me fighting on some closed-circuit video from the incident. They recruited me right then and there. Got me out of lockup. Trained me. Put me through hell. Then put me to work.”
“What kind of work?” She traces her finger around my nipple, then strays to one of the long scars across my chest.
“Dirty work. Nothing good. Private security for bad men. That’s how I met Tiernan.”
“He was private security, too?”
I smirk. “No, he was one of the bad men.”
“Oh.”
“I did my job. Lots of fights and assignments that never made the news. Settling scores for underworld players. Bad things, songbird. Things I’ll never give you specifics about.” Just the thought of confessing my sins to her makes my skin crawl. “I’ve put that life behind me. I’ll have to pay one day. I have no doubt of that. But until then, I’m here. I’ve kept my head down and my nose clean. Then one day a beautiful songbird fluttered into my hands.”
She sings an octave in perfect notes. “Guilty.”
“And now I’ll never let her go.”
She runs her fingers along my brow, noting the scars there. “So now you’re back on your bullshit?”
I snort a laugh. “If you can call killing assassins and hunting down the man who’s targeting you as ‘back on my bullshit,’ then yes.”
“Good.” She edges closer until our lips meet. We kiss softly, slowly, my hands roving her back and cupping her ass as she unwinds on top of me.
“I don’t judge you, Diego.” She drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Not even a little bit. I’m pretty bad, too.”
My eyebrows rise to my hairline. “Oh?”
“Yep.” She gives me a solemn nod. “One time, I found out one of my favorite songwriters had written a great piece that was absolutely perfect for me. But then I heard Ariana Grande wanted that song for herself. So, instead of letting her take it out from under me, I …” She hesitates.
“What did you do?” I try to think back about whether I’d heard Ariana Grande had been killed or if some songwriter had been tortured, but nothing comes to mind. Not that I keep up with pop music, but murder and torture would interest me.
She lets out a deep breath. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Never.” I say in my most serious voice. “The merc code is clear on keeping confidences.”
She smiles. “Good. Okay. So, what I did was…” She moves closer until her lips tickle my ear, and she whispers. “I paid for his daughter’s college tuition. She was really smart but had a hard year when she was a senior because of some stupid boy who’d turned her head. But then he moved on, and she realized she’d been foolish to let her grades drop. And she tried so hard to bring them back up. Her dad told me all this when we were meeting at the recording studio a few months earlier for something else. She was there with her nose in a book. Such a sweet girl. Anyway, I set up a scholarship for her to attend the music school of her dreams, and when her father found out, he offered me the song. It hit number one on Billboard and stayed there for a month.” She tugs my hair playfully. “See? I can be bad, too.”
“You beautiful songbird.” I kiss her hard. “You are so bad. Giving a girl a second chance at a future and not even bartering for the song. You just did it to be kind, and he gave you the song. You did nothing wrong.”
