Rex snarls, “I’ll kill this fucking bastard.”
I shake my head and push against his chest, separating us a few inches. “No. Don’t piss him off. I don’t want this guy escalating and trying to hurt Granny Jo.”
Rex doesn’t appear to be swayed. “You’re gonna have to get used to me being around all day until we catch this guy.”
“Isn’t that a job for the police?”
“Baby, around here, wearethe law.”
Boomer, the sheriff. The president of the Kings of Anarchy’s brother.
“Isn’t that illegal?”
All three of the guys chuckle.
Rex snorts. “You think this town cares if we break a few rules if it means they’re safe in their beds when they sleep at night?”
Good point. “I guess not.”
“Boomer can be trusted. He upholds the law. You won’t find anyone more willing to rid this town of a stalker than him or us.”
Rex means the club. A group of rowdy bikers. The only thing separating a psycho and me.
I sigh. “When you say you’re gonna be around, what do you mean?”
“I’ll be crashing with you and Granny Jo for a bit.”
My eyes widen with shock. “You’re what?”
“Sleeping on your couch, baby. No one is gonna bust inside your home and hurt you.”
I have no idea what Granny will think of that, but I’m not going to refuse.
“Good. You understand. Makes this shit a lot easier if you don’t fight me.”
I glare at him, hating that macho shit he likes to pull. “If you think—”
“Damn, there’s that fire I love.” He leans down and kisses me so fast that I’m not sure it happened until it’s over, and his cockysmirk twitches his lips. “Gotta take care of something. I’m leavin’ Hayride. He’ll stay until I get back.”
I don’t bother to ask what Rex needs to do. It’s better I don’t learn the details in case he decides to break the law. “Fine. Thanks for making sure I’m not alone.”
He tilts his head, staring at me like I’m daft. “Baby, I think you’re a bit confused. When I say you’re under my protection, it’s more than making sure you’re not alone. The whole club has got your back. And me? I’m yours. Any way you want me.”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on me. “Ugh.” Why does he have to say this stuff in front of his club brothers?
I don’t know why I’m
He slides a hand around my waist and grips it tight. “Don’t second-guess us. We’re good.” He drops his head close to my ear so only I can hear him. “I want to feast on your pussy later.”
I smack his chest, and he catches my hand. Something wicked sparks in his eyes.
“Fucking love that fire in you. Turns me on.” His hips press closer to mine. “Feel that? It’s all for you. Let me know when you want me to fuck all the stress away.” He pauses. “Again.”
“Rex—”
His lips crash down on mine, sucking all the protest away before the words can form. I forget there’s an audience and I get lost in the possessive, addicted pressure of his mouth against mine. A moan forms and breaks free as he lifts his head.
His tongue sweeps across his lips. “Damn, Blissy Girl. You sure taste sweet. I can’t decide if your pussy is as addictive as this sassy mouth or if they’re equally delicious.”
