My heart swelled, and I found myself reaching for Jacob’s hand, intertwining my fingers with his. “Is this really happening? Is this real?”
His hand squeezed mine while an arm slid over my shoulder, and he pulled me close. “We’ll talk it out soon, baby, but just for tonight, can we enjoy each other? We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
I nuzzled into his neck and whispered, “Okay.”
We had plenty of time to sort out what happened in the past. Now I had all the information, I understood what made Jacob tick and why he reacted the way he did.
This was just the beginning; I had everything I ever wanted holding me in his arms. Life had a funny way of turning itself around, and now I had Jacob back, I couldn’t damned well wait to get on with it.
CHAPTER NINE
ICEMAN
Saint McClure looked delightfully disheveled, definitely weak at the knees, and it was all my damned fault.
Even though I hadn’t given her any dick—yet—she looked thoroughly fucked, but then I’d felt the force of her orgasm when I made her come in my mouth, so that wasn’t a shocker.
Now, I just had to get her home, so I could fuck her the way I really wanted to: hard and fast, then slow and deep. My condoms were inside my nightstand, and there was no way I’d go in bareback until I’d organized some tests.
I always used wraps with every woman I’d fucked during the last twelve years, but fuck them I had, so if there was even a sliver of a chance I’d pass something onto my girl, I wouldn’t go in bare. Saint would be mine in every way, and it would happen soon, but we both needed to get tested first.
I had to protect my girl, even from me if necessary.
She looked around the room, seemingly lost, before her bright blue eyes came to me, and she asked, “So, what now?”
“Now we go home, and I spank your ass for telling me lies about Hunter Page,” I informed her, sliding both my arms over her shoulders and nuzzling her nose with mine.
Her eyes glinted with humor, and she breathed, “Ooh, Daddy.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
Fuck me. This girl.
She grinned up at me with a little bit of sass and a lot of sweet, and the combination made me wonder if I was making the best decision of my life in falling for her or the most stupid. But then that was Saint; she was an unsolvable puzzle of a woman who made me question my sanity in the best possible ways. Though I liked a woman who could keep me on my toes, so there was that.
I grabbed her finger, brought it to my lips, and bit down gently. “You’re a brat, Saint McClure, but you’re my brat.”
She leaned up and kissed me softly, breathing against my lips, “And you, Jacob Irons, are a whole lot of big, bad trouble.”
As I stepped back, I spied a scrap of lace on the floor. Bending to retrieve it, I realized I was holding the panties I’d ripped off Saint earlier.
My cock was already semi-hard, but the knowledge that my girl wasn’t wearing any underwear sent me into overdrive, and I groaned, “Jesus fuck.”
Her giggle was like music filling the room. “Come on, trouble. I'd better get you home before you make a mess in that nice suit. Jizzing on Tom Ford is sacrilege.”
My eyes raked down her and up again. She looked sexy as fuck, with her hair mussed up, her dress askew, and her lips swollen and bruised from my brutal kisses. I loved it, but I didn’t love the idea of other peopleseeing her that way and knowing what we’d been doing.
“Tell that to his ol’ man.” I slipped the panties into my jacket pocket before shrugging it off. “Put this on,” I ordered, sliding it over her shoulders.
Saint looked down, then up at me, scrunching her nose. “It’s longer than my dress.”
I chuckled. “Tell me about it. You’ve been driving me insane all fuckin’ night in that sexy-assed scrap of material.” Grabbing her hand, I grinned and tugged her toward the door, “Come on, brat. Let’s get you home before you cause any more trouble.”
“Shit,” she cursed. “My purse is still in the bar.”
I led her out into the hallway and back out toward the club, sliding my arm across her shoulders and pulling her into my side. My hand went to my pocket, and I pulled my cell out before clicking on Gambit’s name.
“Yo!” he barked down the phone, the music in the club thumping in the background. “Where are you at?”
