“We gotta get your place set up with proper surveillance. Ivy did you no goddamn favors with this place,” he begins.
I interrupt him, because fuck that shit. “Ivy had nothing to do with this place. This is mine.”
“Then you did a shit job, babe,” he murmurs.
“I guess I did,” I snap.
His lips twitch into a smirk as he moves toward me, closing the distance between us. I suck in a breath and hold it as he lifts his hand, cupping my cheek. I feel his thumb slide across my bottom lip, his eyes tracing the motion before they meet my own again.
“I’ll get you all fixed up, my good girl.”
God.
Yes.
CHAPTER TWO
CIDNEY
Good girl.
Oh my GOD.
That is so damn hot.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing against mine before he speaks. “I’m too goddamn bad for you. Too old, too. Ivy’s gonna kill me.” His lips move against mine with each word he says.
I wouldn’t care what Ivy does to him at this point. All I can think about, all I can dream about, is this man’s mouth on my body and his cock inside me again. I don’t care about his age, about his club, about my cousin.
None of it matters.
Maybe it will in the morning, maybe it will when we’re finished, but as of now… no fucks given. Not a single one. But when Goose doesn’t kiss me, when he takes a step backward, all of my excitement quickly vanishes.
He clears his throat, his eyes searching mine for a moment, then shakes his head once as if he’s made some internal decision.Well, I rebuke that, because whatever it is, it’s him not kissing me, not touching me… and definitely not inside me.
“You do whatever you need to do around the house. I’m going to get my bearings and figure out where and how you need to bump up your security here,” he murmurs, his gaze shifting away from mine and not returning.
I stand, dumbfounded and rejected as he ignores my existence. I’ve never been overly confident, but I also don’t have low self-esteem—at least I didn’t until this moment. I don’t sleep around, but Goose probably thinks I do, considering he didn’t have to try too hard… or at all.
I was more than willing to let him inside me.
Practically begged him… then and now.
I feel like an idiot of epic proportions.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, my shoulders drop, and I make my way into the bedroom. I decide to get him some sheets, blankets, and a pillow so he can sleep on the sofa.
I’m not sure where I was anticipating him sleeping when Bullet told me he would be staying with me, but it’s clear now that he's couch-bound. And that’s where he wants to be, which is highly disappointing, but maybe it’s for the best. I obviously cannot trust my judgment in men… ever.
Once I have everything gathered, I carry it into the living room and place the pile on the floor beside the couch. Goose is moving around on my small balcony, his head dipped and looking straight down when my eyes land on him.
If he senses me watching him, he doesn’t act like it. Instead, he straightens, tilts his head backward, and looks up at the balcony above mine. I stand staring at him for a moment or two longer than necessary before I force myself to head to the kitchen.
Busying myself with making a shopping list, because I know I don’t have enough food in this apartment to feed Goose, I tryto focus all of my attention and energy on this task so I don’t continue staring at this man and get caught.
I don’t hear him come back into the apartment, likely because of my forced focus. It’s taking all my concentration to get this list finished. I want to continue looking at this man, watching him… consuming him in any way I can.
I feel like I’m a bit too obsessed with him, and he’s only been here an hour. I don’t know how I’m going to last with him here for days, or even weeks. Lifting my hand to my throat, I close my eyes and let out a long breath as I attempt to gather myself.
