Those long legs that go on for days.
Even her bare feet are pretty, with the nails painted a muted pink—because nothing about her is ostentatious. She’s a dignified beauty. Subtle, majestic, and clean. The antithesis of me.
I want those legs wrapped around my waist…
…and I should stop this perverted train of thought because a hard-on right now wouldn’t make this moment awkward at all.
Especially since I’m wearing gray sweatpants.
I’m not exactly a…small…man, and I’d give her one hell of an eyeful of my hard-on right now.
“Currently, all we have is a box of Cheerios. No milk, though.” I jab my thumb over my shoulder, motioning to the door. “I’m meeting Jester in town. While I’m there, I’m making a food run.”
Her blue eyes turn accusatory. “You said the cabin was stocked.”
“With the basics like soap and toothpaste, yeah.” I shrug one shoulder. “The cabin is run on a generator, and food spoils. Jackson is about fifteen miles south of here. After a quick shower, I’m heading there to pick up enough shit to last us at least two weeks.”
After we arrived last night, I powered the generator. Yeah, it was cold as fuck for the first few hours, and the air was stale. But by the time I crawled off the couch this morning, it was warm, and there was plenty of hot water.
“I see.”
“Do you? Good,” I snap, frustrated at how she’s tugging at the T-shirt, trying to hide her legs. As if she’s read my mind and saw all the filthy thoughts I’ve had of her. “I told Jester to bring you clothes. I started a food list. It’s on the kitchen counter. Add whatever you need to it.”
She stops me when I brush past her on my way to the bedroom. “Thank you.”
My every muscle tenses when her hand lands on my arm. No one—nowoman—casually puts their hands on me. My friends know I don’t like it, and men who dare do it with the mistaken intention of trying to hurt me. Most women who touch me do it with the bare minimum required for me to fuck them. It begins and ends there. But Kerri? She strokes my arm, scraping those pale pink nails all gentle-like across my skin. Chills crawl down my back to settle in my balls, and it takes every shred of my discipline to remain stoic.
“Not a problem,” I grind out through gritted teeth.
But itisa problem. I don’t do this. This wholekindnessbullshit. Because this is how it starts and always gets people in trouble. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, my defenses drop and I’m being led around by my dick.
Yeah, that’s not happening.
I tug my arm away and stomp off to grab clean clothes from the closet. Thank-fucking-God her panties are gone. She washed them last night and hung them in here to dry. Not that I was looking for them. The space is small, and that scrap of black lace… It stood out. Damn near stared me right in the fucking face. Dared me to do evil things that would require me to rewash it.
During the shower, I blame Kerri for my current state of sexual frustration. Three months without a woman is an eternity for an Unholy. Along with being the most notorious gang in America’s northeast region, we’re also known for ourenthusiasmfor sex. Call it a perk of being born and raised in Mayhem. Unfortunately for me, whenever the opportunity arose (pun intended) for me to cash in that perk, I’d see Kerri’s face in my mind, and I’d find something wrong with the woman I was about to fuck.
Her breath stunk.
The woman’s hair was the wrong color.
She had ratchet feet.
Something about every woman would deflate my dick faster than a kick to the balls.
Dried and dressed, I leave the bathroom to find Kerri parked on the sofa, my bed for the duration of our stay. Fucking great. Now I get to smell her all night, too.
The torment keeps going.
But then I see her tears, and I’m all thumbs and left feet.
“Why are you crying?”
Kerri looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Let me think for a moment. My father is dying. I killed a man. You feel obligated to stay with me even though you hate me. And already I miss my mom and my brother, so forgive me, please, Havoc, if I’m not one of your unbreakable Mayhem women.”
Ask a stupid question.
Get put in your place.
