CHAPTERFIFTEEN
DÉSIRÉE
My body is worn out but in a good way.
After Malcolm slammed the door on Gaylord, he dragged me back to the bedroom and claimed me like a piece of meat. It was rough, passionate, and had me screaming out his name in a matter of minutes. I’m not sure if he was doing it so Gaylord would be able to hear me, but I would bet if my ex was still outside, he would’ve heard the headboard banging against the walls.
I look up at the ceiling, trying to get my limbs to cooperate, but everything feels like it’s tingling and weightless. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much of a workout in my life, and I loved every second of it.
The shower is still going, and I’m tempted to go watch Malcolm. I know if I do, he’s going to pull me in, and we’re going to be right back in the bed. Instead, I roll over and press my face into his pillow, making sure to get a good deep whiff of his sent. I giggle and hug the pillow to my chest.
I can’t believe this is happening. It feels like I’ve been chasing this man since I was a kid, and now, he’s claimed me as his. It’s everything I wanted. My mind begins to push ahead, thinking about the future and what my life would look like being by Malcolm’s side. He’d take care of me, I know that. He’d love me and make sure I was happy. My family is already . . .
Shit. My family. I know my family views Malcolm as part of the family, but he’s not.
I don’t know if Félix is going to need me to marry someone in order to form an alliance. He did with Olivia. It’s only good luck that she and Finn fell in love with each other. What if there’s a chance that Félix doesn’t let me stay with Malcolm. I’m not going to be able to just let him go to be with someone else. Based on the way he pulled me up here and basically marked me, I don’t think he’s going to be able to just let me go either.
I never even thought to ask my brothers for permission to be with Malcolm. It didn’t cross my mind that I’d need to until now, when it’s too late. I need to talk to someone, but the last thing I want is to bring this to my brothers now. If there’s a chance that Félix is going to deny me being with Malcolm, I want to keep us undercover for as long as I can.
Maybe the girls will be able to help me get my head wrapped around what’s going on.
Now all I need to do is convince Malcolm to let me go . . . alone.
I wait in the bed, sitting up and going over what I’m going to say to him. If he thinks something’s wrong, he’s not going to let me go. He may be good to me, but he’s stubborn and protective. If he thinks something’s wrong, he’s not going to want me out of his sight.
Malcolm comes out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist and nothing else.
My eyebrows go up, and I can’t help but press my thighs together tightly. I just want to jump this man all the time. Those tattoos and that body. God, I love it.
“Woman, don’t look at me like that. Not unless you want to start this up again?” He stalks over to me, and I see the front of his towel begin to tent.
“It’s not my fault you look good all the time.” I laugh and lay back on the bed. He crawls up next to me and lays down next to me. Now that I’m no longer looking at him, my mind starts to go back to the problem at hand. How do I get him to let me go out with the girls on my own without thinking something is wrong?
“Mon trésor?” He grabs hold of me and shakes me slightly.
I didn’t realize that my body tensed up. “Hmm?”
“What’s going on?” He leans up and looks into my face. His eyebrows knit as he takes in my expression. So much for me not showing him I’m nervous.
“Nothing . . .” as the words come out of my mouth, I see the muscle on the side of his jaw tick, “Okay, wait, it’s just not a big deal. I just know how you are.”
He relaxes a little bit, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a crazy man.” I push his arm and chuckle slightly.
He shrugs but doesn’t deny what I said. “You need something?”
“I know I’ve been pretty secluded here, of course by my choice, but I miss my sisters. I miss girls. I’m thinking about having a girls’ night tomorrow.” I look up at him just to see his lips press together hard for a second before he starts talking.
“I can clear out of here.”
I put my hand on his chest, “No, outside. To a lounge or a bar.”
Malcolm immediately starts to back off. “Désirée, I don’t think that’s the best idea. At least let me or one of the boys who work for your brother come with you.
“That kind of defeats the purpose of a girls’ night, Malcolm. Don’t you trust me?”
His mouth drops open. “Don’t pull that shit with me. You know I trust you.”