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The way her breasts were held tightly in her tank top and the peak of her nipples as they stood pronounced. Her ass was hardly held underneath her shorts, and she was fresh out of a shower. Thank God she put on more clothes.
Jesus, I'd lay her on the counter and eat her up. I'd taste everything she had to offer over and over again. She'd beg and scream my name.
The thought of her whimpering under him almost made him growl. He wanted to hear how she'd say his name. He wanted to see her eyes while his cock filled her. He imagined how she'd feel wrapped around his dick, clenching down on him as he hit her G-spot. He'd rock back and forth, listening as she panted, begging for more.
He'd bring her close to the edge before he'd slow just to wind her up again. He'd tease her until she was pleading for him to let her come.
"Hey." She snapped her fingers, and he shook his head, not realizing he was staring at her. "Earth to the nudist."
"Sorry." He couldn't tell her he'd been imagining them fucking. She'd shoot him on the spot. "I'm just shocked you're his daughter. He never spoke about you."
She frowned, plugging the blender in. "He never knew." She switched the blender on, and the sound echoed around him.
He never knew …? Wow. Strap knew how much Michel wanted a family. He could see it in the way he watched people walk by with their own. And he'd thought he was like a son to him.
But of course, if that were true, Mick wouldn't have wronged him. Mick wouldn’t have sold him out. Family didn't do that. So, maybe it was good he didn't know.
His daughter was saved from the heartache of being let down. If Michel had wronged him, he didn't want to imagine how he'd wrong her. The thought made him angry.
He shrugged. "You didn't miss much."
She took his words in as she pulled two glasses out. She rubbed her thumb along one, sighing softly. He could see the look of longing in her eyes. She'd wished she'd known her father.
He needed to change the subject. "Why did you come to Spain?"
She tilted her head. "I came to see what he was about. Like anyone would. I wanted to know what he did for a living and what he was like."
"And what about his home? I'm sure there were many things there to answer your question. You didn't have to stay here."
Her face slipped, and she shook her head, looking away. "It was in shambles when I got to France. I rescued what I could, but a lot of it was ruined. It was an ancient house. He had interesting taste. I learned little about him."
She moved around the counter, nodding her head to the far right of the room. "I got what I could, but it wasn't everything. I'm still trying to go through it all."
He looked at the boxes and then back at her. "Do you mind if I look through them?" He was suddenly eager to see what she'd found. She shrugged, looking back at the blender. He walked across the room to the boxes. He read the descriptions on the outside. Clothes, trophies, papers …
He opened the first box, flipping the lid. His eyes widened as he took in a pair of black gloves. His stomach twisted.
The stitching was coming loose, and the tips were frayed from usage. He knew these gloves. They were the ones Mick always wore. He picked up on Michel’s scent with the panther's enhanced nose.
Mick had given Strap his gloves for his first heist and bought himself new ones. He never wore any others. Strap remembered because Mick always said he liked to have gloves that were worn in.
He remembered Mick teaching him to pick a lock. During their first heist, the lock had been so rusted, but he learned off old, rusted locks to begin with. Mick had been so proud of him.
He smiled, remembering the blood rush he got and how excited he'd been to do everything right. He would do anything to earn his mentor’s approval and love.
Stop. He abandoned you. Fuck, he abandoned his own flesh and blood. What makes you think you were important?
Well…Mick didn't know about Mickey. Or did he?
He shut the box and turned. Mickey walked toward him, holding up a glass. He took in the green smoothie and scrunched his nose. The smell was too veggie raw.
"What the hell is that?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, what's in it?" He swirled the drink around. "Is that stuff you put on your face with cucumbers?"
She laughed. Her voice echoed around the room, and he could tell it was a real laugh. It sent a shiver down his spine.
