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“You know, I was thinking, when I get off tonight, maybe we could…” Wendy drags her finger up my arm seductively.
“You know what, I’m kinda beat, it’s been a long ride. I should probably just go get some rest.” I let her down gently, last thing I need right now is another meaningless fuck with a whore. Ever since Paris, they’ve all had the same face, but they never come fuckin’ close.
“Offer’s there if ya want it.” Wendy takes my rejection well, shrugging her shoulders and moving down the bar to serve Lucky and Slingshot.
“Who the fuck is that?” Bulletproof slaps me hard on the chest, pointing his head toward the door and getting ready to move in. I see the girl among the crowd that he’s focusing on, and as I watch her looking around the room timidly, I wonder if my imagination is playing tricks on me. Soon as I realize that it ain’t, I reach out my hand and forcefully drag him back.
“Hey, man, I saw her first.” Bullet snarls over his shoulder at me, and when my grip tightens, his eyes drop to my hand in confusion.
“What the fuck’s gotten into you?” he asks.
“I… I know her,” I admit, watching as that girl who lives rent-free in my fuckin’ head speaks to Mia and Jekyll. They both shake their heads at her, and there's a disappointed look on her face until her eyes finally meet with mine across the room, and those adorable lips curl into a smile that makes me hold my breath.
I don’t know why she’s here, but I do know that the eyes of every one of my brothers will be on her, looking at her hungrily the way Bulletproof just did, and that has me releasing him and marching toward her.
“Hey.” She smiles at me timidly when I get closer, and it hits me in the chest like a fuckin’ sledgehammer all over again. It’s been over a year, and I never forgot the instant connection we made. How could I when I’ve never experienced anything as strong as it in my life? I guess reality, time, and distance just had me forgetting how fuckin’ consuming it was.
“Whatcha doin’ here?” I ask, wondering if this is even real. I keep that fuckin’ heel in my cut pocket to remind myself that I didn’t make her up, and here she is, standing right in front of me.
“I…I don’t know.” She looks bewildered, and completely outta place here, and I just know the eyes of the whole room will be watching us and waiting on my response. Her eyes flick down to my cut, and when they look back up to mine, they are searching for answers.
“Just come with me.” I quickly reach out and snatch her hand, guiding her through my confused-looking brothers, and leading her upstairs to my room.
“I spent all day looking for you,” she explains when we’re alone, and yet all I can do is stare at her. I’d somehow convinced myself that what happened in Paris was only ever gonna be a memory. One that I locked away and guarded like it was made of fuckin’ gold. Not ever did I imagine standing face to face with her again, especially not here, at my club.
“You said you lived in Springdale, and the place is so small. I figured I’d find you easily, but no one here knows you. This place was my last option.” She glances around my room like it’s some kind of monster’s lair, and I just stare at her in silence, wondering how the fuck I’m gonna let her go a second time.
“People around here don’t really know me by my real name.” I shake my head, still trying to get my head around the fact she’s really here. “And you didn’t answer my question down there, why ya here?” There’s something she ain’t telling me. I may barely know the girl, but that don’t mean I can’t read her. That connection I got to her allows that; it also fucks with all my instincts and gives me a fuckin’ conscience. Right now, those instincts are telling me this ain’t a friendly stop-by-to-say-hey kinda visit.”
“You remember Paris?” She takes a step closer to me, her fingers reaching for the lapels of my cut as if she has no control over them.
“Yeah, I remember.” I nod, recalling the fact that we never left her hotel room for three days straight. We ate, slept, breathed, and fucked in our own perfect little bubble, and I can’t think of a time when I’ve ever been happier.
Shit!
What if I got her pregnant? She said she was on the pill when I asked, but I don’t know how effective that shit is. And why the hell, looking at her now, am I, Isaac-Cobra-Reid, kinda hoping that this is the reason she’s here? At least if it was, I’d have a reason to never let her leave.
“I… I think there’s someone after me, and the night you left Paris, you told me that if I was ever in any danger, I should come to Springdale and find you.”
“Who?” I instantly go into protective mode, ready to rip the guts outta the asshole that belongs to whoever she thinks is gonna hurt her.
“I don’t know. I’ve been getting some letters; they started off nice, and over time they’ve gotten really cruel.” Her eyes fill with tears, and there ain’t a thing I can do to stop myself from stepping closer and using my thumb to brush them away. I’ve never been an affectionate man; before her, I never thought I could be. But, during those three days I spent with her, I learned a whole lot about myself that I didn’t know. Turns out that with her, I can be whatever the hell she needs me to be.
“I’m a little scared,” she admits, looking up at me with those soft, brown eyes that stole my heart and drained my soul when I had to leave her.
“You got no reason to be scared, darlin’. You're safe now,” I reassure her, knowing that while she’s here with me, no one’s gonna even come close to touching her.
“I didn’t know you were a…” The way she bites her lip awkwardly is painfully cute.
“A Soul.” I laugh as I finish the sentence for her. “Would you have spent three days holed up in a hotel room with me if ya did?” I ask, unable to stop my hand from stroking her face. I’d forgotten how perfect her skin felt against mine; I also forgot the strength of that tug we have between us that defeats all fuckin’ logic.
I push the soaked dress she’s wearing up her body and hold eye contact as I lick her through her panties. Her skin is hot and sticky despite the chill from the rain, and I can feel her body throbbing for more, already.She looks up at the ceiling like she’s praying for some kinda mercy when I slide a finger into the side of her panties and hook them to the side. And when my tongue connects with her flesh, and I make a slow trail through her pussy lips, she lets out the sexiest little mewl I’ve ever heard.
I lick her slowly, having every intention of taking my time. I want this woman to remember me when I’m done. In fact, I don’t want her to be able to fuck another manwithoutthinking about me. Her fingers clutch my hair as she tries to ride my face and take more, but instinct tells me I know what’s good for her, better than she does herself, and I’m gonna fuckin’ prove it. I hold her body firm, keeping it still so I can control the pace. I build her up with slow strokes of my tongue until I sense the tension in her body becomes unbearable, and just as she’s ready to let it go, I spit at her tight, little hole and slowly edge two of my fingers inside her.
“Come for me,” I command, watching her face turn shocked as she clenches my fingers inside her and soaks them at the same time.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” My fingers continue to work her as I climb back up her body, gripping her hair in the hand that ain’t fuckin’ her, and holding her face tight to mine.
