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“It’s not like that.”
By the tilt of her head, Kit’s not convinced. “It was hidden in the bottom corner of your closet with ten other books from the same series.” For emphasis, she holds up both palms, her fingers splayed apart to highlight ten.
Yeah. There’s that. They were there, under a folded sheet. If she hadn’t been looking through my stuff, she would’ve never discovered them.
“That you found by snooping.”
Those hazel beauties widen in indignation. “I wasn’t snooping. I was smelling your shirts. I was bored.”
Well…okay. Shit... Not what I was expecting. This woman sure knows how to throw a mean curveball.
“Smelling my shirts.” Christ. I love the sound of that, as do other parts of my anatomy.
“Yes.” Her head swivels in defiance, and a shot of high-octane lust roars through my veins. “Is that not okay? Are you opposed to women smelling your shirts?”
“You like the way they smell?” My voice is husky, even to my ears. I’m gettin’ hard despite my need for shut-eye.
Kit, mother of my son—in my space, wearing my clothes, smelling my shirts, reading my books, and lookin’ mighty fine doing it. Damn, this is a fantasy I never knew I wanted—with a woman I shouldn’t be attracted to, much less envisioning spread out naked on my bed, recitingDark Loverwith that smokin’ hot voice of hers.
It’s a good thing she can’t read my thoughts when she sasses back. “That’s a stupid question for someone as smart as you, Gunz.”
Touché.
To be closer to the fox, I push off the doorframe and approach the bed. I tear my t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor at my feet. Her eyes round to the size of hubcaps, and I’m over the moon, watchin’ her ogle my chest, abs, and the array of ink with wonder. Since before Christmas, the brothers and I have been workin’ hard to stay in shape and eat right, except for alcohol. We’re never givin’ that up. Not that I was a schlub before, but the renewed effort shows. Even for us old fucks.
“Why don’t you scoot your sexy ass over so I can join ya?” ’Cause I know she likes the view, I run a palm down my stomach and over the trail of gray that runs from my chest to the treasures beneath my Sacred Sinners belt buckle. With a quick flip and pull from the loops, it, too, hits the floor with a heavy thud.
“J-join me? What for?” Kit swallows hard, and I delight in makin’ her uneasy. The good kind that has her chest rising and falling with laden breaths. The kind that’s makin’ her panties wet. She may not admit it out loud, but she’s a little turned on. Nervous, too. What a heady combination.
“So you can read to me.” Playing it chill, to not spook the woman, I remove my club ring and rest it on the nightstand before gesturing to the book.
“W-w-why would I do that?” Her voice quivers as I pull back the covers and climb in, close enough to feel her warmth. My head meets the pillow, and I prop an arm behind it, elbow out. It brushes Kit’s side. She sucks in an audible breath but doesn’t pull away.
Mmm. The closer, the better.
Naked from the waist up, my eyes slip closed of their own volition as I melt into the mattress, letting days of endless stress fade into oblivion. Stuff will sort itself out later.
“’Cause I’m exhausted as fuck,” I explain. “I didn’t get any sleep last night, and I wanna lie beside you and have you read to me.” Can’t be any more candid than that. Can I? From my experience, sugarcoating and half-truths don’t get you far. No use in pretending I don’t want her here when we both know I do.
“But there’s sex. I can’t read the sex aloud.”
I rub her side with my elbow in encouragement. “You already know my secret. I’ll keep yours if you blush reading about Wrath and Beth gettin’ it on.”
“I won’t blush.”
I peek at Kit through one eye and smirk at what I find. “You already are.”
Hiding a smile behind her hand, Kit pokes me hard on the shoulder with the other. “Shut up.” Amusement dances in her tone and across what little of her face that’s exposed as she watches me.
“Read, woman.” I snap my fingers for her to get on with it. Then I return to my dream-readiness state—eyes closed, body relaxed, and dick hard. The latter will go away soon enough. He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten off in a while. Not yesterday, not today, and probably not before I leave, if Kit’s around. It’s not like I’m gonna pull an asshole move and bang Niki when she’s here, and I don’t masturbate if I can help it. My cock can wait for the real thing. Sure, he’s not the most patient. Guess it’s a good thing his owner is. Quality is always better than quantity.
“Anyone ever told you you’re bossy?” she fires back.
“Never.” Another yawn slips free. “Now, put me to sleep with that sexy voice of yours.”
“Fine.” Kit harrumphs, playing into this banter. “As you wish. But I want it known I’m doing it under duress.”
“I’m alright with that.”
