I hesitated, but I’d already told Wasp enough that he could find out if he really wanted to. I’d chosen to trust him, which meant divulging all my secrets. “Silver City, Idaho.”
“That’s a bit of a drive, but you might have a problem now. That asshole from the parking lot filed a police report.”
“Yep.” And I’d been stressing about it ever since, wondering if Nate would show up on my doorstep. I kept checking his social media every day, and so far, he seemed to still be in Idaho.
“I’m gonna put one of the prospects on you. He’ll hang back and you won’t know he’s there, but I want you to have protection in case this guy shows up and tries something.”
“One of the prospects for what?” I asked.
“For the Dead Presidents. Someone who wants to join the club. We make them a prospect first to see if they’re member material. They’re always looking for shit to do, trying to find ways to prove themselves. Since they’re all trained ex-servicemen, bodyguard duty is perfect.”
“You want to give me a bodyguard?” I asked.
“It’ll be more like a loan, dove.” He smirked. “You can’t keep him.”
“A bodyguard seems like a bit much. I’m not exactly a high priority, Wasp. I’m the kid whose own mom didn’t want her, remember?”
“Stop that.” He squeezed me to him. “You use the fact that you were abandoned like a shield to keep everyone away, but it has no power against me, becauseIwant you, and nothing in your past can change that. All the shit you’ve told me has just proved that you’re a strong, independent, really rad chick that I really want to get to know better. You’re not pushing me away, so you might as well stop trying.”
I was still processing that he wanted me and that he’d used the word ‘rad’ when Wasp’s lips brushed against mine. He was soft and gentle, almost worshiping my lips as if they were sacred. He didn’t take, he asked, his tongue sweeping the seam of my mouth. I knew I should shut him down, should end this before it went too far, but he wanted me, and I wanted him. The past few weeks had been amazing, and I loved the way he made me forget all the messed-up shit in my past and actually enjoy the present.
Wasp made me laugh.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I opened my mouth, inviting him in. His tongue darted past my teeth to tangle with mine. Heat pooled between my legs as his hands rubbed my back before dipping to land on my ass. He stood, cradling me in his arms. Without breaking the kiss, he carried me into his bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he set me down and released my mouth.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now. The spare bedroom is still an option.”
His voice was even deeper than usual, huskier, it made all my parts tingle with anticipation. Throwing my arms around his neck, I replied, “Trent kicks in his sleep.”
Wasp’s hungry gaze made me feel faint as he stripped off my blouse and tossed it aside before his lips found mine again. We kissed, and he undid my shorts and tugged them down. Feeling like I had some catching up to do, I yanked his T-shit over his head and dropped it on the floor before attacking his jeans.
Chuckling, Wasp helped me undress him. Before I knew it, we were both naked, staring at each other in openmouthed wonder. His body was so damn fine, I didn’t know where to look first: his chiseled chest and arms, the sacred V that led down to his giant bobbing cock, or the giant bobbing cock itself. But no matter how hot his body was, what really did me in, were his eyes. His heated gaze set my body on fire, making me feel special, wanted, desired.
I loved the way Wasp looked at me.
But then I remembered the stretch marks on my stomach and dropped my hands and wrapped them around myself.
“Don’t cover up,” he said, gently lowering my hands. “Your body’s perfect.”
I wanted to argue, but he didn’t give me the chance. His lips were back on mine and he was shuffling us toward the bed. My heart leapt into my throat as my nerves kicked in, reminding me how awkward my few sexual encounters had been. Wasp was clearly some sort of expert and my inexperience would be glaringly obvious.
“Don’t tense up,” he said, massaging my back. “Relax. Enjoy this. I’m gonna make you feel really good.”
He lowered me to the bed, lying me on my back, and kissed my neck and collarbone before drifting down to suck a nipple into his hot mouth. I gasped at the contact, arching my back to get closer. The vibration of his laughter only heightened the experience. He switched nipples, softly running his hands down my sides before grabbing my hips.
His magical lips left a trail of heat that zigzagged down my stomach. Wetness pooled between my legs, drenching me in desire for more of him. His lips kept traveling south and as soon as they hit my pelvic bone, I panicked.
“Stop,” I said, sitting up.
Wasp pushed himself up and looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I was just getting to the good part. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I… I want you inside of me.”
He looked disappointed. “Can’t I taste you first?”
My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Rain check?” I asked.
His gaze swept over my labia and he licked his lips. “You don’t want me to go down on you?”
