“I’m not a broodmare, Devil Man,” I grouch, snuggling closer and letting my eyes drift shut.
“Not yet,” I hear him murmur, but sleep drags me under, his steady heartbeat a soft lullaby.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“FORGIVE THE WORLD” BY NESSA BARRETT
LARK
The next week passes by in a blur of contentment. Jude gets obsessed with the nursery, packages arriving daily as he buys everything and anything that a baby may or may not need.
Fucking hell, I should have kept my big mouth shut.
Knox and Tarl have clearly heard of our conversation, and I’m not surprised in the least when a hand-carved, light oak cradle arrives. Knox keeps sending me these searing looks that have my core aching to be filled, something which they are still refusing to do until they deem me fully recovered. Cuntblockers, the lot of them.
I’m getting bored being trapped inside all the time, even though it’s a self-inflicted isolation. I haven’t wanted to go outside really, choosing to stay indoors surrounded by my guys and just breathing them in. It's like our time in the cells has rocked my foundation, and I need them close at all times.
“I want to go somewhere,” I declare at breakfast one morning, licking syrup leftover from my pancakes off of my fork. I’m going to have to watch my weight around Jude, he’s a fucking feeder and his food is too delicious to refuse.
“Where would you like to go, Princess Nightingale?” Jude asks, and I smile at the new nickname. I like it.
“I don’t care, anywhere! I just want some fresh air,” I grumble, slumping in my seat and toying with the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing. One of Knox’s I think, by the size and smell of cloves.
“Well,” Aeron says, striding into the room and looking every inch the polished, future gang leader he is in a pristine, navy blue suit. “How about we take a visit to the stables? They were finished a few days ago and Dad is placing his new Arabians in there today. Knox and Tarl are already there, lending a hand.”
My eyes widen and I leap from my seat, wrapping my arms around him.
“Yes! I’d love to see them,” I gush, placing a sticky kiss on his cheek and wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He doesn’t even grimace at the fact that I’ve made his suit less than pristine, instead, he just stares down at me with a smile twitching his luscious lips, his own arms encasing me.
“Well, you better get dressed then, Dove,” he orders, smacking my ass as I let go and spin around, heading for the stairs.
“Sure, Devil Man,” I reply, turning to face them at the base of the stairs and whipping my T-shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Both sets of matching, ocean-blue eyes trace my now naked body, and I can’t resist blowing them a kiss. “I’ll be down in a jiffy!”
I take a quick shower in Jude’s room, going over to his closet and finding my clothes alongside his. I pull out some comfy leggings in a bright print of sugar skulls and an oversized,slouchy jumper. I’m opting for comfort today. It still amazes me that I have so much to choose from. After our shopping trip, Jude has taken me back to Roxy’s several times and always insists I buy everything that my eyes land on.
Sighing, I pull the jumper over my head. It would be nice to have my own space, somewhere that is all mine, but thus far, they’ve not offered to give me my own room, possessive bastards. I’d want one or more of them with me anyway, so I guess it’s no biggie that I rotate between their rooms at night.
Lacing up some bright red kick-ass boots—another Jude purchase which I’m obsessed with—I head down the stairs to find Aeron waiting for me in the living area, looking up from his phone as I descend.
“Is Jude not coming?” I question, looking around but not seeing my psycho Tailor anywhere.
“He said he has some other ‘very important and top secret shit to do today’—his words—so to apologize and not give you too many orgasms without him,” Aeron tells me, lacing our fingers together and leading me to the door that leads to the garage. I chuckle.
“Sounds like him,” I reply, blinking when the bright overhead lights come on. Aeron walks us over to a shiny, red sports car, and I raise a brow at him. “New car?”
He smirks, then opens the passenger door for me. “She reminded me of you,” he tells me softly, helping me into the soft, buttery, black leather seat.
“How does a car remind you of a person?” I ask, wiggling my ass in the seat because this shit is just too comfy. My door closes, and seconds later, the driver's side opens, then he gets in.
“Well, she’s a redhead,” he comments, closing his door, and then he leans over to grab my seat belt and plugs it in. That shouldn’t be as much of a fucking turn-on as it is. He settles back in his seat before pressing the start button. The engine roars tolife, fucking purring underneath me, and I have to stifle a moan at the deep rumbling sound.Jesus, who knew that was a kink?“And she purrs when you stroke her,” he adds, his voice a deep growl as he moves the driveshaft, and we dart out of the garage.
My breath catches at the way he handles shifting gears, my thighs rubbing together as one of his hands grasps the steering wheel in a tight grip, the other doing what should be illegal to the gearshift. It would only be better if I could see those corded forearms.
“Do you always drive like that?” I quiz, my voice a husky whisper as I watch him change gears.
“Like what, Dove?” he fires back, a hint of a smile playing on his lush lips. He knows the effect he’s having on me, the asshole. I have to swallow hard as the combination of his deep voice, the purr of the engine, and the way he moves that stick is seriously making me regret not bringing a purse with a spare pair of panties inside. Maybe I’ll stash them in this car later, for future occasions. I tear my eyes away from his hand to look back at his face, seeing the smirk playing around his lips. My eyes narrow as a wicked idea comes to mind, payback if you will for getting me all hot and bothered.
Still watching him, I slip my hands under my waistband, pulling my leggings and panties down in one move.
