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“And in between you leaving and coming back, where did you go?”
He raised his hand and gently placed it on my chest, in the spot between my collar bones. Bones inched his hand up to my neck and gently wrapped his fingers around my throat and gave it a light squeeze.
My breath hitched and my heart fluttered in my chest. “Bones…”
His head dipped as he was getting ready to kiss me. “Yeah, Duchess?”
“Tell me where you were last night.”
His grip remained, a hand necklace around my throat. My stomach summersaulted with the idea that he could overpower me.
Take me.
Make me his.
“I was at The Ring and I was sparring with Raze.”
He paused, waiting for me to speak.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” I asked. “Why the big show of not wanting to tell me?”
“I wasn’t sure how you were going to react. I left in the middle of the night; you woke up alone. I knew you were safe here, but I just—I was going out of my mind. I had to channel that rage somewhere. And I didn’t want you to see it. So, I took it out on Raze at The Ring.”
My fingers brushed along his ribcage with his blooming bruises. “I’d say he gave as good as he got.”
“Can’t ask a brother to vent and not fight back.” Before I could say anything else he captured my lips with his and squeezed his hand around my neck. Desire fluttered through my body, and I was hungry for him again. “Let’s shower,” he murmured, pulling back. “And then I’ll find a way to occupy you for the next two days so you don’t go crazy.”
“I can’t have sex for two days nonstop,” I stated. “I need to be able to walk.”
He grinned. “You sure about that?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”
“Well, lucky for you, I have some other things on the agenda.”
“Such as?”
“I’m gonna teach you how to handle a pistol.”
My hand shot out to palm his erection over the towel. “I can handle one just fine.”
Bones grasped the back of my neck and hauled me toward him. “Prove it.”
“Hot damn, Duchess,” Bones said, looping his arm around me as we headed back toward the clubhouse. “You’re badass.”
I looked up at him and grinned. “Impressed you with my marksmanship, did I?”
“Regular sniper in the making.” His grin suddenly lost its sparkle.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. Well, not nothing. Darcy’s husband was a sniper. Just a reminder that he’s gone. Fuck, he’s gone and it hasn’t been long since we buried him.”
We tromped across the autumn grass, the sun shining down on us as he talked about loss. That was the way of it, apparently. People died, seasons changed, the world moved on even if you were still stuck in it.
“How are the kids doing?” I asked softly. “I feel terrible not asking about them but there’s been so much going on.”
“Lily’s still not talking,” Bones said. “Boxer doesn’t know what to do. Cam’s angry at the world and pissed that he’s on crutches. Just a shit time for them.”
