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She shakes her head. “No. I’m a bad girl.”
Why does that phrase send steel into my cock? I don’t know, but it does. “I like it when you’re bad, little songbird.” I roll over and pin her to the bed, then claim her mouth, taking and kissing and stroking as I press my cock against her wet slit.
“Oh!” she cries.
I sit back and stare down at her. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“What?” She sits up, too, and snatches her shirt—well,myshirt—from the floor. “No, I’m fine.” She drops another kiss on my lips. “But I need to ice the cake.”
She hurries from my room wearing nothing but my shirt. It’s hot. But also foolish. I yank on my pants and grab her shorts before chasing after her. No man gets to see my songbird like this. Her tight body is all for me. I’m going to lick her until she screams every day she’ll let me.
But first, she needs to put on some damn pants when she’s running around the lodge. She’s inmycage, after all.
9
AURORA
“Heads up,” Clover says. It is what she usually says when she spots paparazzi. I freeze for a moment, and she glances behind me. “Watch out! Caveman in hot pursuit.”
I turn to see Diego heading my way. I should probably feel intimidated, but the only thing I feel is turned on.
Every inch of his chest, the one that always reminds me of that movie ‘300,’ is barreling toward me. I scrunch my nose in irritation at his lack of clothing. He’s holding something in his hand. Hopefully it’s his damn shirt.
“Can you put a shirt on?” I say tartly. The idea of everyone else seeing his chest has me being a little more on edge than I normally am.
One reason I think I’d made it so far in my career is because I wasn't a diva. I don’t have crazy demands, and I’m nice to everyone I meet. I believe in treating people with respect, no matter their status.
That also made me gullible. Something my own mom and dad used against me until Bells stepped in. They’d taken advantage of me at every opportunity, and I used to let them. Bells put an end to it. I will always be grateful to her, knowing in my heart that I would’ve never been able to cut them off.
But when I see Diego flaunting his mouth-watering body, I want to boss him around and grant zero slack. He’s mine to drool over. No one else’s.
“You have nothing on under my shirt.” Diego breaks me from my thoughts. I look down at myself, feeling confused as to why he would have a problem with what I’m wearing. His shirt is longer than most of the things I wear on a daily basis.
“Don’t Google her last Grammy’s dress.” Clover chimes in, not helping the situation. “Oh, and stay away from the last music video, too. And the half dozen before that.”
“This is actually more than I’m used to wearing, to be honest.” If he googled me, he would see for himself. I don’t want him to google me. I want him to learn who I am when I’m just being me. Not when the world tries to portray me or how I’m told to be.
“Things change.” He drops to his knees in front of me. His face still comes up to my breasts. I watch as he holds out my shorts for me to step into. I put one hand on his shoulder to balance myself as I step into them. He’s being ridiculous, but I’m finding that I enjoy his jealousy.
Diego has such a triumphant smile once he gets me to put the shorts on that I would likely do anything in the whole world if it made him always smile like that.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Tiernan says when he walks past us.
“Don’t poke the bear,” I say to Tiernan. He might be the one with all the jokes around here, but he’s also the loner. Always drifting around somewhere. You’d think he was looking for something.
“Bear? I would say he’s more like King Kong,” Clover adds. I ignore all of them, giving Diego my full attention.
“Shirt.” I give him a push. He doesn't budge at first. When I push him again, he moves this time. Not because I pushed him, but because he wanted to. The man is a force to be reckoned with. But with me, he’s different.
Once he pulls his shirt on, I can get on with icing the cake and getting it to Bells. I’ll have to take it to her since Barrow still has her holed up in his part of the lodge. The thought of someone actually keeping Bells against her will brings a smile to my face. I’ll continue to let her run with that story, but I know the truth. Bells might have her first crush ever. She’s likely going to be mad at herself about that, which is ridiculous. But that’s Bells.
“I’m going to ice this cake, and then we have a date with Bells,” I tell Clover. “You should grab some ice cream and whatever utensils you think we’ll need for our cake date.”
“A cake date sounds perfect.” She heads off in pursuit of the ice cream and whatever else she thinks we need.
I gather the ingredients and whip up the icing. Thoughts of everything that has happened between Diego and me bring a smile to my face as I spread the icing onto the cake. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so happy.
“What are you smiling about, little songbird?” Diego’s warm breath tickles my neck as his big body crowds me from behind. I allow my head to fall back against his chest, enjoying him.
