“Some organizations, cartels mostly, brand their members.” He pours a bottle of water into a glass, hands it to me and waits for a moment to make sure my hands are steady. There’s something about the little act, that he took the time to pour me a glass instead of just shoving the water bottle at me, it’s making me feel happier than I should be.
This is temporary,I remind myself.It’s not going to last. Don’t get comfortable.
“- and the eejits dinna realize how easy they’re making it for law enforcement to track ‘em.”
Oh, that’s right. We’re talking about brandings and the people who tried to murder us.
“Is it safe to assume that they were hired by the Aristocrats, or do you guys have a running list of people who want you dead?”
He has the utter audacity to find this amusing. “Always a list of enemies, though they seem the most likely cause for today’s shite show. No one else is stupid enough to attack us in broad daylight.”
“Two trucks and two cars and however many guns seem like overkill.” I wince when I realize what I said. “Here comes the dark humor.”
“Again, a coping mechanism and spot-on, lass.” He takes the glass from me, setting it on the bedside table. “We’ll find out more after Duncan and Logan finish their conversation with the survivor.”
“When you say conversation…” I can’t shut up today. “Does that involve power tools, like your Uncle Lachlan's?”
He’s not even listening, running the back of his fingers against my arm. “Did I hurt ya?”
“I’m gonna walk with a limp for the next week, but…” I’m teasing but I realize he’s serious when he frowns.
“I’ll be canny next time.”
“What does that mean?”
His fingers make their way up to my shoulder and then settle around my neck. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Why?” I officially have no control over my mouth. “Please don’t. Did you notice me coming until I lost consciousness? That’s a pretty sound endorsement of your skills. I’m not even including your piercings in that assessment, though I will say they have their own personal hall of fame in my memories.”
“Really…”
Oh, shit. Based on that one word and the expression on his face, I might be needing a safe word.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
In which Luna gets a good night’s sleep and Kai gets an ulcer.
Kai…
My palm isitching. That’s how much I want to spank my bride for leaving me with a non-stop stonner. I fucked her into unconsciousness and the minute she’s awake, she’s tempting me again? I’m lucky my dick dinna tear through my jeans.
Remembering our little exchange while we were being shot at just makes it worse. I chose that moment to admit that I got hard chasing her in the forest.
At that moment.
While they’re shooting at my bride.
Luna should have screamed her lungs out and instead, she said, “That’s hot.”
I had been lucky my cock left enough blood flowing to my brain to aim my Glock.
Luna finally succumbed to exhaustion after the adrenaline drop and me fucking her hard enough to imprint her DNA into the couch arm. She’s blissfully asleep, a little sticking plaster on her cheek from where I’d cleaned the cut and made sure there was no glass left in it from the shattered windshield.
My phone rings while I’m trying to decide between jerking off in the shower or lifting some weights to distract myself.
It’s Logan. “Brother, ya should come down to the warehouse.”
“What do ya know?”
