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Maybe I should feel some kind of way that Dutch is dead, and Itch is talking about killing my only living brother, but I don’t. Dutch and Raul never once cared about me. Not even for a moment. I was never their sister, but instead, their property—though that hasn’t changed. I am and forever will be property.
“You did a really stupid thing tonight,” Itch says, continuing his thoughts about the evening.
“Did I?” I ask.
He snorts, shaking his head once. “Baby, you could have gotten yourself killed with that stunt. That fucker was not a good guy. Did he hurt you at all?”
The way he adds that question at the end, his words coming out fast, I know he doesn’t want to even ask the question. I’ve been hurt enough in this life that I know exactly what he’s asking.
I wrap my fingers around his wrist and squeeze. “He didn’t touch me,” I whisper.
His hand falls from my cheek, and his fingertips lightly graze my bicep. “He didn’t?”
“Other than that, no, he didn’t.”
His mouth slams against mine, as if that was the only permission he needed to kiss me.
ITCH
Bending slightly, I move my hands down to her ass, gripping her cheeks as I pick her up slightly and drag her over to the side of the bed until the backs of her legs touch the mattress. Slipping my tongue inside of her mouth, I swirl it, tasting her.
I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “I thought I lost you, flower,” I repeat.
Admitting this fear that has been spinning inside of my head, playing on a repeated loop over and over, is difficult. I’m not a man who admits vulnerability, and yet, with Piper, it seems as if I’m nothing but vulnerable.
“I knew you were gone. You were there with her, and I could do nothing other than survive.”
Her words cause my heart to crack. “Never,” I grind out. “Never was I with her. Never was I gone. It’s always been you, Piper. Since the moment you bent down beside my bleeding body, it was you.”
The expression of shock she wears makes my lips pull up in the corners. “Itch,” she exhales.
“Kyle,” I correct.
Her eyes widen before she whispers, “Kyle.”
The way she says my name, my cock grows to full attention. “It’s always been you, baby. Nobody else. I only got her a place to keep her away from everyone, and I only went to her a couple times when she tried to claim an issue. After that, when I said I was working, that’s exactly where I was. I wanted nothing to do with her.”
I’m not sure if the expression she wears is relief, but I’m going to assume it is. This shit is done with. The only thing I have left to handle is Raul, and I know that Legacy doesn’t want him taken care of, but at the same time, I don’t want him to live a minute longer than he has to.
The Dead Phoenix can figure something else out, but Raul and Dutch fucked us more times than I am comfortable with. Which I wouldn’t be comfortable with one time, and they did it more than once, so to me, at this point, taking care of Raul is not only a want but a need.
“I don’t know what to think,” she whispers.
“Don’t think. Just feel, Piper.”
Without another word, I grab the hem of this dress I fucking despise. The color, the fit, everything about it, mainly because it was given to her by another man. I tug it over her body and head before throwing it somewhere in the room uncaring of where it lands. I’m going to burn it later anyway.
She stands naked in front of me, and I realize not for the first time that she is beyond stunning. This woman is absolutely gorgeous and mine. I get to keep her forever. Start a whole life with her, a family, everything.
And with the club going legit, this will all be a clean life, too.
It’s almost unbelievable that this is going the way it is, and that I’m happy about it, excited even. Sucking in a breath, I shift forward, touching my lips to the center of her throat before moving down to the hollow, sucking the skin there.
Piper’s hands lift, her fingers grip the strands at the back of my hair as she holds me to her. Slowly, I make my way down to her breast, sucking as much of her into my mouth as possible. Her head falls back, a whimper escaping her lips as my tongue flicks her hardened nipple.
Slipping one of my hands between her legs, I feel the wetness there. I slide two fingers through her folds, swirl them around her clit, both of us moaning simultaneously. Sinking my teeth into the flesh of her breast, I lift my eyes and look up at her through my lashes. She’s breathing heavily, panting, her body trembling beneath my touch.
I don’t know how much longer I can go without being inside of her. I thought I would never have this again, and I need to feel her cunt wrap around me, squeeze me. I want that more than air to breathe right now.
