“Fuck, I’ve never wanted to wait,” I tell her, hoping she understands. For the first time in my life, the want I feel for a woman hasn’t disappeared after I’ve come. With Layla it’s only grown, and I want to draw it out.
Her lips are swollen and pink, and just the look of her like this is making me want to bury myself in her and never come up for air. My dick starts to harden again with just the thought.
Layla reaches up and brushes her fingers across my cheek, then rubs her finger and thumb together, coated in my blood. The vision of her painted in my blood makes my dick twitch even more and I’m not even sorry about it.
“Well, that’s good, because you’re going to have to wait while you let me fix that. You’re bleeding everywhere,” she says with a smile.
I raise my eyebrow at her.
“What? You can tell me what to do but I can’t tell you?” she asks. Standing up, she pulls her robe off the back of the door. “I have wound tape. We’ll tape it. That’s almost as good as stitches. So,stay here.” I wait while she disappears to the bathroom for a second and comes back with a first aid kit. Fuck if I know why, but I listen to her.
I’m sitting, still hard and ready for her, on the edge of the bed when she comes back.
She’s quiet as she stands between my legs and dabs the blood from my face with a damp piece of gauze, but her lips turn up in a small grin. It grows bigger as she begins taping my gash, tilting my head so she can work.
“What’s funny?” I ask as she tears open a butterfly bandage.
“Nothing. Just um … your prospect is still on my porch, probably sweating his ass off.”
“Fuck.” I laugh with her, shocked at myself that I lost so much time and space, something I just don’t do, but with her,it’s like I don’t give a fuck. I had totally forgotten Boyd was even here, and it has to be a hundred degrees out there in the late afternoon sun.
“A few more minutes won’t kill him. He’s a prospect, it’s good for him to sweat.”
Layla works carefully, telling me about the areas she’s planning to work on with my back next as she gently squeezes my wound closed and tapes me up, and I listen. I also listen to her tell me what new kind of torture she’s going to put me through later. Apparently, we’re going to start doing yoga since I missed my massage.
I hear my phone start to ring from the bathroom counter but I ignore it. I just want a few more minutes like this before I have to shower and take her to the club. I’ve never wanted to listen to a woman ramble before, or have someone to talk to at the end of the day, but hell, right now I’m pretty convinced that’s just because I hadn’t foundherto listen to yet.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sean
FRANKIE
I’ve called you three times. I have what you wanted.
And you have to owe me something for this. This is something they would shit-can me for. I’ve been sitting at Lush for almost an hour. Kai said you guys were coming.
I sigh, opening Kai’s text, the one telling me we’re going to Lush. I send him a quick message before I answer Frankie.
Calm your tits. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
Fucking cops. Having the deputy sheriff on our payroll is useful but he was calling and texting me incessantly while Layla was taping me up, though I’m glad to hear he’s got the police sketch I’ve been waiting for. Seeing Layla’s haunted face when she spoke about her mother forced me to move a little quicker in locating this piece of shit that killed her parents. The policehaven’t gotten anywhere, but they’re gonna have to answer to me and my club. I won’t rest until I have my hands on him. I see the look in Layla’s eyes when she talks about her mother. It’s the way I feel when I think about my father, like a small piece of me is gone. At least I had my club and my mother when I lost him. Layla had no one, and was learning all the secrets about her father that a girl should never have to know. From the sounds of it, her brother doesn’t bother with her much. In fact, I wouldn’t say this to her but he kind of sounds like a pompous prick.
“You can go back to the club, I’m heading to Lush,” I tell Boyd. He’s all red and sweaty standing in Layla’s kitchen now. Over an hour on the porch with the direct sun beating down on him crisped him up. I give him a tap on his beet red arm just to fuck with him.
“Sounds good.” He winces just as Layla comes down the hall in a simple black sundress.
“I called Amber, she took my shift. I’m going to take hers next—”
I don’t even let her get the words out. I can’t fucking help myself. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her while Boyd muttersfucking helland heads back out to the porch.
“Christ, I want to bend you over right fucking here. That fuckingdress.” I smack her ass, maybe a little too hard, because it echoes and Layla swats me—worried that Boyd will hear, I’m sure—but I don’t miss the way her breath hitched at first and now I’m fucking addicted to that sound. I’m addicted to her and my body is at my limit waiting to fully make her mine.
For the first time I can remember, I have a desire to blow off my responsibilities. To strip every bit of clothing from us both and just live inside of her for days. My phone buzzes in my pocket again, pulling me back to reality.
“Where are we going?” Layla asks as I text Kai back quickly and tell him to meet me on the outskirts of town so we can rideto Lakeside together. I know she’ll be safe with me and I don’t want to leave her behind. I also know there won’t be any K6ers looking for us in a Disciples club out of town. I look down at her, already knowing the answer, but I ask anyway.
“Ever been to a strip club?”
