It’s fucking scorching in Texas. You can’t be wearing that wig all the time. It’ll give you a rash.
You’d better be ready for dinner parties, barbeques and pecan pies every single Sunday. There’s no escaping that. Ever.
Laius’s words rang in my ears as I held tight, my breasts on his back, his engine revving under my thighs, the summer breeze fanning my face. He wanted me to come to Texas with him even if he didn’t give it to me straight.
I wanted to tell him yes. I’d be happy to because that was how I truly felt. Happy. With him. But I didn’t want to sound too eager, and I knew Michele wouldn’t be pleased. I had to call him to convince him, already working out the conversation. I was leaving here anyway, papà. Houston, Texas is as good as anywhere else.
The best because that was where Laius would be, protecting me, giving me mind blowing orgasms with his massive cock and clit loving metal. Who would have known cock piercings could be so much fun?
I never touched her or let anyone hurt her, and I hated her fucking guts. How could I ever hurt you when I…
My heart fluttered when he’d said it, and every time I replayed it in my head. Again, he didn’t say it straight. He chopped the words off and gave me his cock instead. But I heard it loud and clear. I saw it in his gaze. I tracked it in his groans. I felt it in his touch.
I held him tighter, rubbing my cheek against his scruff like a little cat. Did he like that? Did he even like cats? What was his favorite food? Color? Music? I found myself wondering about his trivial details and realized I knew nothing about the simple man inside the president of the Night Skulls MC. And realized how much I looked forward to finding them out.
“Do you like cats?!” I yelled over the motorcycle roar.
He grinned. “More of a dog person, baby girl!”
“Do you have any?!”
“Not at the moment, but we can get one if you want!”
A grin spread on my face, too. “I’d love that very much.”
“Can’t hear you, baby. What was that?”
I didn’t raise my voice on purpose. I wanted to know how far he would go to make me come to Texas with him. How long it was going to take him to finally say the words he’d swallowed earlier. Or were those subtle hints and hidden declarations the best Furore could do? “Nothing! I was saying you should drop me off a couple blocks away from the building!”
“No, baby! No more of that! Everybody gotta know you’re mine now!”
By everybody did he mean the Lanzas or Tirone? I didn’t care because I liked both his protectiveness and jealousy equally, and I loved the fact that I was his. I never liked the concept of being a property, but the feminist in me was diminishing in a tiny corner every time he said it. Mine.
I kissed him on the cheek. “I love the sound of that.”
He pulled over by the curb and killed the engine. I dismounted the bike, mourning the loss of the feeling of his solid abs under my palms and the sexy scent of him and his musk that would forever tickle my vagina. I hugged myself, keeping his smell on my clothes as long as possible, wishing I’d taken something that smelled of him like he’d taken my panties—again. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in for a demonically passionate kiss in the middle of the street.
Dazed, eyes closed, breath knocked out of my lungs, I fanned myself when he was done. “Laying your claim here, too?”
“Just until you come to Texas with me. We own our town there. The only thing I need to lay is you on every surface I can think of.”
Laughing, I opened my eyes slowly. “Who says I’m going to agree to go to Houston with you?”
“Who said I was fucking asking?”
My jaw flexed teasingly. “Well, I’ll think about it.”
“You’re coming with me, Jo. No way in hell I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Are you always that bossy?”
“Si, si. You’d better get used to it because I ain’t taking no for an answer.”
It was kind of hot when he threw in some Italian or Southern when he was angry. He was hot. Period.
I slipped my hand from his grip and ambled to the door, Fort parking my car next to the motorcycle. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I waved at Laius. I wanted to invite him in, but my vagina could only take so much. He was huge, and that jewelry, while miraculous, still needed some getting used to. I was so sore. Besides, I needed to help with Rex’s letter. The sooner I did it the better so we could get out of here. I wouldn’t say it to Laius yet, but I couldn’t wait to go live in his town.
If there was one thing I’d learned in life, it was people you loved could be taken away from you in a second, and you should never waste a second away from them or not telling them how much you loved them.
On my way in, I glanced at him over my shoulder. He was slouching against the bike, arms crossed, biceps inflated, his gaze following me all the way. He looked like he belonged on a motherfucking cover for a spicy romance I couldn’t wait to read. “Oh, Laius, by the way…” I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest, “…me too.”
“You too what, baby?”
I grinned with a shrug, my cheeks in a furnace. “Me too.” The words he’d cut off and hadn’t dared say, I was saying them for him in my way.
He froze, a beautiful gleam in his gaze, and I hoped he’d understood. I loved him, too.
I ran up the stairs like a little girl who had just confessed her love to a boy, shy and embarrassed, afraid she’d just made a fool of herself or misread the signs. I entered the apartment, hand clutching my chest as if keeping my heart from leaping outside.
“Be still my heart.” I laughed under my breath. Who knew I could fall head over heels for someone like Furore? Who knew I could be so happy again? With him, not just my pain but the shame and guilt, too faded. They became almost nonexistent. It was like a huge weight lifted off me, allowing me to breathe, to feel truly alive.
I waltzed my way into the bedroom, my smell begging me to shower after that fuck-a-thon. “All right. First shower then straight to work.”
But how could I appeal to a brain like Rex’s? When Laius told me the books his son liked to read, it was obvious he was messing with his father. Caselli and Torre. The Death of Santini. Oedipus. Are you kidding me? They were all books about patricide for God’s sake. Unless Rex was a real psycho, I—
“Jo.”
A loud gasp stuck in my throat, constricting it to the point I felt sick.
“Hush.” Arms snaked around my waist from behind. “Don’t be scared, my little faerie. It’s just me.”
I shuddered, my head spinning. “Ty?”
