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“SUCH. A. GOOD. GIRL,” he shouted with each grunt.
Those words. It was a trigger. The best kind for me. I screamed out as the euphoria of my orgasm claimed me.
“FUCK, BABY! FUCK!” he roared as he jerked against me twice, then stilled.
I could feel him twitching inside of me as his body shuddered.
I laid my cheek down on the smooth surface and let out a contented sigh. I was positive my legs wouldn’t hold me up just yet. I gasped as he pulled free of me, and then his hand covered where he had exited.
“Put your legs together,” he ordered.
I managed to do it, but I was moving slow. Once I had them closed, he moved his hand away.
“Leave it in there. Don’t shower until I get back.”
I nodded and stayed like I was trying to recover while I listened to him get dressed behind me. He let out a breathy laugh, and I turned my head to look over at him. His gaze was on me, and the smile that touched his lips was…gentle. Soft. Almost as if…as if I were special. More than whatever this was that we were doing.
He pulled his shirt back over his head and then came back over to me and scooped me up. “Come on, sweets,” he said, carrying me over to the bed. He laid me down, then reached for the throw and covered me up. “I’ll be back later.”
I nodded, and he turned and headed for the door. It wasn’t until he left that I realized he’d never gotten whatever it was he had come for. My eyes closed, however, before I could think much more about it.
• thirty-six •
“You’re gonna wish I had shot you instead.”
King
I’d left Rumor curled up, asleep in my bed, before the sun came up. Last night, I had been too fucking tense to sleep. I woke her up twice. Once with my head between her legs and another time with my cock inside her. She’d been adorable. All sleepy but instantly ready to fuck. She was becoming an addiction. It was a cruel circle. The longer I kept her with me, the more I was craving her. To stop this, she needed to be moved, but the thought of that made me feel unhinged.
It had been five days since the Insantos had sent someone to find Rumor. The bastard we had underground was still alive. Blaise was coming here today. He wanted to speak to the prisoner himself. Which meant this might be the gang member’s last day on earth and a real war was going to begin.
The stress of what Blaise’s decision was going to be on what we were going to do with Rumor was making me feel caged in. Like I couldn’t breathe deep. I didn’t like not having control. She was in my bed. He’d had me keep her safe. Told me to fuck her. Make her want to stay. Now, I had to wait and let him make the next call on her safety.
What if he took her? There was talk he was going to have her moved to Ocala. She’d be safer there. Thinking about it was making me crazy. She trusted me. It was me that she wanted to stay with. I would keep her safe. She would be scared if he made her leave. She wouldn’t know anyone. There was no Maeme there.
There was no me there.
But she was never meant to be mine. No one was.
The door to the lounge room opened, and I looked up from the cup of coffee in my hand to see Thatcher walking in, followed by Storm and Sedona. They hadn’t brought her here to fuck. I knew without them saying it why she was here, even before I noticed Storm’s Glock pressed against her back.
Setting my cup down, I stood up from the sofa and looked at her. She wasn’t the one I’d expected. The airheaded blonde thing had thrown me off. I wouldn’t have guessed she could pull anything off like this or that she had the balls to try.
“I can explain,” she said, staring at me with tearful eyes and terror on her face.
“Not sure he cares, but we need to know before I let him kill you,” Thatcher replied, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.
“You put trackers on them?” I said to Thatcher.
He nodded and let out smoke through his nose. “Yeah. This one left here and went straight to the Insantos’ compound. It’s always the stupid ones.”
“I didn’t know who they were. Who Falcon was. He came into the club and tossed a lot of money my way. I was in too deep with him before I knew it. They’re dangerous,” she blubbered as tears rolled down her face.
Thatcher let out a dark, maniacal laugh. “They’re dangerous,” he repeated, then laughed again.
She had done it. She was who had led them to Rumor.
Stalking toward her, I tried to get control of the fury rolling through me. Rumor had been shot at because of me. I’d brought Sedona here, and Rumor was now in danger because of it.
