“What?”
“Don’t let your damn bodyguards see this, okay?”
“You mean Rigor and Teddy.”
“Yep, those guys.” He released her and reached for his lighter. Sparked up. Sucked deep. “They’re gonna wanna beat the shit out of me for fucking you as it is. If they know it’s kinky shit, if you’re marked like this from being tied to the bed with my belt, then—”
She twitched her eyebrows and half smiled. “What about this?” She rolled over, exposing her pale rump that had a shockingly big handprint outlined on the right buttock. “What will they say to this?” She twisted as if trying to see her ass.
“Ah fuck.” He ran his hand over her silky skin. “Yeah, definitely don’t show them that. I’ll be done for.”
She laughed. “I’m not in the habit of showing my ass to my brother.”
“Good, don’t start now.” He blew out a stream of smoke then set a kiss on her ass cheek right in the center of his own palm print.
She giggled, but the sound was quickly lost in a rumble of engines.
“They’re back.” Wyatt jumped up and discarded the condom. With his smoke balanced between his lips, he pulled on his jeans. “I’m gonna go and grab a beer at Nina’s, find out what went down.”
“With what?”
“Buyers for the weapons. I’m guessing that’s what they’ve been arranging.” He paused and looked at her. “Damn, you’re cute. I could tie you up and fuck you all over again.”
She stretched, arching her back and sticking her pretty tits into the air. “So do it.” She pointed her toes and wiggled her feet.
He swiped up a blue plaid shirt and shrugged into it, his gaze drifting to her pussy. “Tempting, but put that thought on hold.” He bent and set a kiss on her belly. “I’ve got shit to do.”
She pouted. “Really?”
“Really.” He laughed. “Come get a beer with me.” He paused. “When you’ve lost that just-fucked look you’ve got going on.” He wafted his hand over her rosy face. Her pupils were wide with satisfaction.
“You don’t like it?”
“I fucking love it ’cause I put it there.” He fastened a couple of buttons on his shirt and roughly tucked it in before reaching for his belt. “But before I have to tell Rigor I’ve got the hots for his sister, I need to get into the right headspace for this job tomorrow.”
She sighed dramatically. “Oh, okay.” A smile suddenly stretched her pretty lips. “You got the hots for me?”
“Hots. I’m on fucking fire.” He laughed and rammed his feet into his boots. “Can’t you tell?”
****
The door clicked shut, and Belle pushed to sitting with her elbows locked behind her. Her skin was still tingling, her pussy damp and her nipples hard.
When did I ever have such great sex?
She honestly couldn’t remember. Wyatt had taken control in ways she’d only ever dreamed about. And acting out her duke fantasy, wow, she had to admire him, he’d given it a good go.
She giggled, pressing her fingertips to her lips. “The Duke of Buckingham.” It was so funny.Hewas so funny. Yet the way he’d said it with such a look of raw lust in his eyes had turned her on to stratospheric levels. She respected his self-confidence. He was so comfortable in himself—unlike Billy, who’d constantly had to prove himself to everyone—Wyatt was at home in his own skin, completely unapologetic, and that was incredibly attractive and panty-wettingly sexy.
After swinging her feet to the floor, she stood. For a moment, she closed her eyes as a wave of light-headedness washed over her. She’d been through a workout—a workout of the most delicious kind.
But now a cold beer did sound good. She’d shower, give Wyatt a few minutes to talk business, then go find him. Already, she was looking forward to nightfall and getting naked and sweaty with him again. It was time to truly end the sex drought that had been her life for too long.
Forty minutes later, she pushed into Nina’s. The place was buzzing, the Phoenix chapter having swelled the usual crowd. Despite the AC, the place was hot, and the air was heavy with the scent of men, beer, and the anticipation of criminal activity.
Lifting her shades to her head and pushing back her freshly washed hair, Belle spotted Brooklyn. Her lips were blood-red, her eyes heavily kohled, and she sat between Hudson and the woman who’d given Jayden grief earlier. Skylar, yes, that was her name.
Usually, Belle would be drawn to other women. She enjoyed female company and missed having her cousin Marie to chat with. Marie would enjoy all the juicy details about Wyatt, that was for sure.