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“Oh, well that sounds fine. I don't want to take your bed from you, Bane.”
I turn around and her eyes dart between mine, like she's imploring me to listen to her.
I take a large step, putting my right in front of her again. “Lincoln.” It's a quiet demand.
“What?”
I bend down, my mouth hovering right in front of hers. “When we're alone, call me Lincoln.”
She swallows and sinks her top teeth into her plush bottom lip. Without thinking, I reach up and tug her trapped lip free with my thumb, my eyes focused on the way it flushes a dark pink. “Got it, baby girl?”
The tip of her tongue flicks out, just barely grazing the edge of my thumb before she nods. “Okay, Lincoln.”
There. There it is. So eager to comply. It's exactly how I remember her responding all those years ago.
“Good girl,” I murmur, smudging my thumb along her lip before letting go and handing her the t-shirt and boxer briefs I pulled from my dresser. “Here.”
Her hands hold the clothes against her stomach, but her eyes are still half-lidded and focused on my mouth. I clear my throat, reminding myself and my dick that now is not the time to start making up for our lost time.
“Evangeline,” I murmur, nudging her toward the en suite bathroom. “Go change. There's a spare toothbrush in the top drawer.”
She blinks, looking from my mouth to the clothes in her hand and back. “Right. Okay.”
She shuffles to the bathroom.
I'm sure she's gonna crash as soon as she lays down, but just in case she gets the urge to explore. I grab my gun from the nightstand drawer and tuck it into the back of my waistband. I have more than a handful stashed around the house—a consequence of too many years living in conflict with neighboring clubs.
I make a mental note to make sure Evangeline knows how to handle a gun. She should know the very basics in this life.
The bathroom door opens a moment later, and there, backlit by a yellow halo of light, is the woman who's haunted my dreams for the better part of a decade. She pulls the bathroom door behind her, leaving only a sliver of light to shine through.
“Goddamn, baby girl. Nothing has ever looked as good as you do right now.”
The hem of my favorite black tee barely hits mid-thigh like an oversized dress. Soft curves, tousled hair, and those dark eyes that seem to see right through me.
She takes a few steps forward, head tilting to the side as a small smile spreads across her face. She pinches the hem between two fingers and tugs it away from her thigh.
“In this?”
“You look good in everything and in nothing,” I reply, closing the distance between us. My hand reaches out to trace the curve of her hip almost without conscious thought. “But this is my favorite. You, in my clothes.”
“Yeah, about that, I left the boxer briefs in the bathroom,” she says, hooking a thumb over her shoulder.
Visions of her completely naked underneath my tee flood my brain, sending all the blood straight to my cock.
Her fingers twist in the bottom of the oversized tee once more, showing me glimpses of her upper thigh. “Hope that's okay. It's just, I don't like to sleep with shorts or pants on.”
“You can do whatever you want. Have whatever you want,” I reassure her. My voice comes out gruffer than I intended.
Her eyes flicker to mine, the dark swaths of exhaustion bright against her pale cheeks. My hand leaves her hip to slip alongside her neck, tilting her face toward mine.
Slowly, giving her a chance to pull back, I press my lips to her forehead and drop a soft kiss. “Let's get you to bed.”
4
NOVA
I liftthe bottle to my lips, swallowing down a mouthful of whiskey. I welcome the burn as it slides down my throat, the familiar hurt a respite to this churning maelstrom inside of me. It's easier to focus on the fleeting ache of whiskey than the devastating wound my mother inflicted upon me tonight.
