“He’s perfect,” I murmur, garnering Sinner’s attention.
“You can’t sacrifice a brother, Saint.”
“The hell I can’t. He fucks up, I’ll bleed him dry.” The words leave me on a deadly promise; Jude’s stunned expression, shaking me from my thoughts. I press another kiss to her forehead, making her blink. “I won’t hurt you, baby girl,” I vow, tugging her to my chest and wrap my arms around her tightly.
“I know,” she mumbles into my shirt. “But I don’t want you to hurt him either.” With her admission, I thrust her back, so I can take in her face.
“Why? You want him? Think hard, baby, before you answer; there will be consequences.”
Sinner huffs my name and a curse. He gets a glare from me and then I’m waiting for her to respond. The last thing I can handle is her wanting someone besides Sinner and me. I’ll share with him, but no one else.
“No, I...no, of course not!” she stammers. “I said that because I don’t want you hurting anyone.”
Sinner tucks her into his arms next. “You should tell her about your heritage, Saint.”
“No.” That’s the worst idea. She’d hate me in a heartbeat, and whatever headway we’ve achieved would be gone immediately.
“She needs to understand you; it’s the only way.”
“Not happening.”
“How do you expect her to appreciate and trust you if you’re not straight with her about why you are the way you are?”
“I’m not ready to go there, to see her look at me like I’m some kind of freak or monster. Just…no.”
I already have a bad habit of scaring her; I highly doubt she’d fully understand the meaning behind my family’s traditions.
“Fine, but you’re going to have to open up at some point.”
She turns in his arms to face him. “Please stop speaking about me as if I’m not here. And tell me what? I won’t judge anyone.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he practically purrs and kisses her.
I don’t know if it’s him agreeing or the fact he has no problem sticking his tongue in her mouth in front of damn near the entire club that irritates me. I wish I could be openly affectionate with him the same way. Instead, I pretty much have to wait until we’re going to fuck to make a move and touch him how I want to.
“You couldn’t handle it, baby,” I mutter, giving her a dose of truth, even if it does sound a bit rude.
She wrenches away from him to argue, but I cut her off, taking her mouth with mine. I kiss her roughly, Sinner’s taste on her tongue, spurring me on. Taking it a step further, my hands go under her shirt, one sliding under her ass to lift her on my hips. I kiss her like she’s sin herself, making a statement to the man beside me. I can sample her in front of everyone as well. She belongs to me too.
“Let’s go to the room, Saint,” he suggests from my left, but I ignore him, kissing her until she’s breathless. “Saint!” he calls, resting his hand on my bicep.
Jude pants and leans back attempting to catch her breath, her lips puffy and rosy from my scruff, and I finally offer him some attention with a grunt but nothing more.
“I’m not trying to be a dick, Saint, but everyone’s looking, and I don’t want her uneasy. You saw how she dealt with the attention from Merc just now.”
“Stop fucking coddling her. She’s not so innocent anymore, brother. We made sure of that.” At that, I carry her over to the bar, laying her on the top.
“Saint? What are you doing?” She jerks upward to escape, and I lay my hand on her sternum, holding her in place.
I’m making my point right here in front of everyone. She needs to learn to be comfortable messing around anywhere because that’s how we are in this life when it comes to women. “Stop moving, baby girl. I’m gonna order a drink, and I want you right in front of me, so I have something pretty to look at.”
Her face warms, flushing a delicious shade of rouge. I don’t know if it’s because the bar’s full and I’m making her ass lay on the countertop like it’s a damn cot, or if it’s from my praise. “So stunning babe. Your blush reminds me of a slice of watermelon. Just want to eat you up,” I murmur, flashing a flirty grin.
With a flick of my hand, I grab my brother’s attention. “Blaze, let me have a crown and coke and a shot of Ice 101 for my baby here.”
“Sure, brother.” He swiftly returns with our drinks, and I slam nearly all of mine in one hefty gulp. The ride may have been four hours, but it felt longer. Strange since it’s usually the opposite, but I wanted to be here with her today. Instead, I had to go on a ride to pick up a new ungrateful member.
“Thirsty?” Jude whispers as she peers at me.