He takes my hand once we’re out of the truck and leads me over a stone path walkway to the porch. Inside he turns on a light and drops his keys into a bowl on a nearby table. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to grab us a couple of beers.”
“Good idea.” I have a hunch I’m going to need more than alcohol to hear this conversation.
I drape my jacket over the back of a dark brown recliner. I’m not sure what I expected but Death has a nice house. Big screen TV mounted above the fireplace mantle. A dark brown leather sectional that appears on the new side. A few black and white pictures on display of him and his Harley. A baby picture of his son, Bensen. One thing I will say for Death is he loves his son.
I glance up and find him staring at me as he struts toward me minus his leather jacket and cut. I notice he’s also taken his boots off. He looks good in his dark jeans and grey thermal over a white tee. I can see the collar peeking out around his neck. He hands me a longneck bottle of beer. I take a sip then sit on the couch, hanging on the edge ready to bolt at any second. Which is dumb considering I can’t go anywhere unless he drives me.
Death drops to the couch and leans back in the cushions next to me. “Relax.” He hooks an arm around me and pulls me back into his side. “Now that’s better. You talked a lot of shit the other day. I gave you space, and I fucking wracked my brain all fucking week trying to figure out where we went sideways and what got you so damn bent.” He pauses to drink his beer. “Babe, you don’t have a clue what happened with that woman the other night. Remember when I had a phone call the first time I was leaving the cabin?” he looks to me and I nod. “Was your old man. Said he had a situation. Got to the clubhouse and that bitch had overdosed on something. Had to carry her into the shower to wake her up. Bitch puked on me and then she shit herself. That’s why my shit got all jacked up and wet.”
“Oh.” I put a hand to my mouth. I don’t want to laugh but holy shit. Literally. “She shit? Like on you?”
“Hell, it was all over the shower wall.”
“Eww.”
“Yeah. But why would you think I fucked her? I thought we both enjoyed what went down between us.”
Embarrassment stains my cheeks. “The only man I’ve known to be faithful is Whiskey.” Death stares at me long and hard giving me a look that has uneasiness for my sister’s marriage burning in my belly.
“I know it sounds fucked coming from me considering I’m a married man, but babe, if I could come home to you every night you think I’d go stick my dick in something like that whore your dad dragged in the clubhouse.”
I suck back another drink.
“I’m not going to make you false promises. What I do know is that I’ve had a small taste of you, and I want more.”
“I don’t want to be your mistress.”
“You deserve better. I know that I’ve got no business fucking around with you. What I can give you is honesty. While I’m fucking you there won’t be anyone else.”
“Even your wife?”
“Not fucked her since we made Bensen.”
“Fair enough.” He licks his lips and all I want to do is kiss him. I must be losing my mind for even entertaining the thought of pretending he’s mine or that one day he will be. Strangers in the daylight. Lovers by moonlight. Chasing an impossible dream. I’m not foolish enough to think he’d leave her for me. It’s been ten years or however long and he’s not walked on her yet because she turns a blind eye. How many were before me? How many will come after?
I just want him to want me and only me.
He’s promising it but so did Fisher. Look where that got me.
Chapter 10
“Think about it. You don’t have to decide tonight, but it’s what I can offer you for now.” I’m going to talk to Belinda. I don’t tell Freya as much because if shit goes south, I don’t want my name added to the list of people who have broken her heart. This is what I can give her for now. I only hope it’s enough because since Christmas I’ve tried to imagine a life without her, and I can’t. The thought about damn near kills me.
“Fuck buddies. That’s what you want. Sneaking around. Lying to everyone.” She downs her beer and puts the empty on the coffee table.
“You mean more to me than that.”
“And if I want to fuck someone else?”
Fire flashes in my gut and I grab her by the throat. “That shit isn’t cute or funny. Told you when you gave that pussy up to me you became mine,” I growl in her face, my lips nearly touching hers. “I don’t share my pussy. I won’t share you.”
She slaps at my hand, but I don’t budge. “You don’t own me.”
“No?” I drop my beer to the long table behind the couch then shove my free hand down the front of her jeans. “Do I need to remind you? Did I give you too much time away from me? Did you forget that it was my dick your cunt was milking? That it was my cock you took hard and deep.” Her wetness coats my fingers as I shove two inside her. “This is my pussy.” I finger fuck her cunt. “You give it to anyone else, babe, I promise you that I won’t leave either of you breathing.”
“Fuck you, Shane.”
“What’d you say?”