“Where’s Chevelle?” Odin asks as he and Nightmare help me load the comatose Iron Fist into the back of the pickup truck.
“She fell asleep watching me wait to shoot this asshole.”
He chuckles. “Guess you can go have some fun with her now.”
“I wish. The bitch is dead set on me living my life with blue balls. I didn’t even enjoy tranqing this guy, my dick hurt too badly.”
They both laugh.Fuckers.
“It’s true. I had to spank her ass earlier to get her to simmer down. Probably would’ve lost my shit if she hadn’t fallen asleep eventually.”
“She never would’ve gone for that,” he argues and Night nods his agreement.
“I didn’t give her a choice, brother. I spanked her several times.” With a shrug, I grumble. “She’ll learn I won’t allow her to push me around.”
“Jesus, brother.” Nightmare shakes his head. “Be careful. Before you know it, you’ll be putting your name on her back.”
“I’m not looking to add a property patch to her, although can’t say I’d mind too much if it ended in that.”
“Damn,” Odin grins. “It’s only been a week Merc.”
A sigh leaves me, thinking how tight she’s already wound me up. “You think I don’t know that? Shit, Saint and Sinner must be thrilled. At this rate, I have no time to fuck with Jude. And someone’s going to win that damn bet.”
‘That’s a positive on your part,” he says and Night grunts in agreement. “Having a thing for their woman would’ve ended in them killing you.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.”
Nightmare snorts. “Give it time, you just got here. Wait until you see them play with their food. My name may be Nightmare, but they’re the shit nightmares are made of.”
I’ve yet to see this craziness that multiple brothers have warned me of, and part of me wonders if it’s mostly just hype. Viking’s the brother that strikes me as the one not to cross out of all of them. Any man who carries around an axe like it’s an everyday utensil should be taken into consideration. Just like Torch—the brother fucking torches people. I wouldn’t fuck with him, that’s for sure.
He slams the tailgate shut, and I step back. “You want me to keep shooting them and calling you if any others show up?”
O nods. “Yeah as long as it’s just onesies and twosies. Any more than that call for reinforcements ‘cause it’ll mean they want to do more than just keep an eye on The Pit.”
“All right, brother,” I agree, and fist bump them before pulling the metal bay door down and locking it. I hope no others decide to show up tonight, but so far, they’ve been fairly resilient. I’d like to get some kind of sleep tonight, especially if Chevelle plans to keep me on my toes.
Arriving back to her place, I find her still curled up in the chair fast asleep. She’s so sweet and innocent looking when she’s like this. It’s when she’s awake that her mouth has a sharp sting to it.
I scoop her into my arms, her body tilting and curling into me like a sleepy cat. I could get used to having her in my arms, all pliant and safe but I won’t hold my breath on it happening. Pushing the covers away, I lay her down, tugging her free of her tight jeans. She stirs but lets me remove them, leaving her in her tank and panties. I snuggle her under the fluffy blanket before crawling into the spot beside her.
I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling when she shifts toward me. Her arm goes around my waist, her nose tucking into my bicep. She’s fucking adorable, a goddamn wildcat and having her close to naked has me wanting her fiercely. She’s asleep, and it’s probably the only chance I’ll get to really stare my fill.
I watch her for a moment before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her temple. She doesn’t say anything, but I feel her hand pull me to her, tightening around my hip a bit more and I can’t help but wonder if she’s faking sleep. That’s fine if she is, if she feels the need to pretend to be asleep in order to touch me, I’ll roll with it. After all, it’s just one more step in the direction I want her to go.
I wake to an empty bed and glance around to discover I’m alone in the apartment as well. What did I expect? Waking up to breakfast in bed or some shit? Chevelle made it clear she doesn’t cook, so my mind shouldn’t even be going there. Shit, I should’ve woken up early and done that for her. It would’ve caught her off guard even more. Stubborn female.
With a stretch and a massive yawn, I head for the window to see if dumbass has been replaced.
“Motherfucker,” I grumble and grab my burner from the jeans pocket on the floor.
“Odin,” the VP answers.
“You won’t fucking believe this.”
“What?”
“There’s someone hanging from the pole out front.”