“I don’t think it’s a good idea to limit you to just one,” I teased.
“No, better not,” he agreed with a murmur, closing the distance between us. “Could be a lot of others if you wanted me to,” he divulged, lifting his hand to brush his knuckles along the side of my face.
“Like?” Oh, this was such a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking?
“Fuckingbastard. Protective bastard. Make-your-knees-shake-from-pleasure, bastard. The list goes on and on.”
The groggy, disoriented part of my brain soaked up his words like a sponge and prevented the filter in my brain from stopping my next words as they dripped from my tongue.
“The replace-my-vibrator-because-he-can-do-it-better, bastard.”
A wicked smile lifted his mouth into the most delicious grin. “Darlin’, toys ain’t got no place in your bed when I’m in it. No battery-operated dick will ever please you as good as I can.”
That was all it took for my eyes to close and a small whimper to pass through my lips.
Shit. I definitely needed a man in my life. One that could scratch my itch when I had one. Who could leave my thighs shaking and my pussy sore. I wanted to get lost in passion and forget the cruelty of this world for one selfish moment in my life.
All of those feelings were squashed when I heard my son’s voice call out. “Mom?”
My eyes snapped open in a panic, and Diablo leaned back, something close to regret in his eyes. “Thank you for the lift.”
“Any time.”
I opened the door and slid from the SUV, shutting the door without a glance in his direction as I ran toward my son. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I dropped a kiss on the top of his head and hugged him in return. Headlights were still facing our direction as the SUV sat idle.
I wasn’t sure why Diablo waited until I was inside before he slowly backed out of the driveway until I noticed he’d parked across the street. Relief sent warmth through every muscle in my body, and I relaxed as I tucked both of my kids into bed. Once the house was locked up, I slid under the sheets but not before I checked a final time to ensure Diablo was still there.
He never moved.Protective Bastard.
Chapter 4 Diablo
Yawning, I pulled intothe Crossroads parking lot, heading inside to catch a few hours of rest before I showed up at Gina’s tonight. If she thought I was backing off after that incident with the truck, she was fucking wrong. Before I could rest, I needed to speak to my pres.
Grim didn’t seem surprised when I knocked on his office door, shutting it behind me with a firm click. “What’s on your mind?”
“Gina. Her kids. And that fucking prick who tried to hurt her last night.”