“I thought I had a choice?” She tightens her arms around her body and bites her lower lip.
“You do, but you’ll choose me.” I stalk toward her and pull her into my arms, pressing my body all up in hers. “Stop fighting this.Us.” I yank her firmly into my body, grinding my hips against her so she feels the semi in my pants.
“I’m tired.” She attempts to wriggle out of my grasp.
“I know.” I slam my lips down on hers without warning, covering her mouth in a slew of passionate kisses. I can’t get enough of her. She tastes like heaven, and every nerve ending and tissue in my body is electrified with the need to take her and make her mine, but I meant what I said. I won’t force her. I’m seconds from pulling back when she stops fighting me, going slack in my arms, and her lips part as I lick across the seam of her mouth. My tongue drives through her lips, tangling deliciously with hers as all the blood in my body rushes south, and I’m straining painfully against the zipper of my black cargo pants.
She’s clawing at my back and pressing her tits against my chest as she meets me hungrily, kiss for kiss, tongue for tongue, whimpering and moaning into my mouth as she rubs against me.
This. This is all that matters. I could devour her whole, and it still wouldn’t be enough to sate this unquenchable craving for her. My hands long to travel the length of her body and mold to her exquisite curves, but I don’t have the time to devote to her now, and I refuse to rush this.
We’ve got the rest of forever because I meant what I promised myself earlier.
I’m not giving her back. She’smine. Now and forever.
I yank my lips off hers as that thought lands front and center, frying my brain and inducing rare anxiety.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I thought I had everything worked out in my life, but one look at this woman, one taste of her divine mouth, and I’m fucking undone, coming apart at the seamsand questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. I drag my hands through my hair and gulp over the lump lodged in my throat. It’s quite possible Rico was right, and Ihavelost my mind.
“Get some sleep,” I growl, stepping away from her. “And put my shirt on.” I don’t wait for a response, all but running out of my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
I stalk downstairs and grab a cold beer, adjusting my painful hard-on behind my pants. I’m just wondering if there’s time to rub out a quick one when mysoldatoat the gate calls to tell me my brother just arrived.
Guess I have my answer. I drain the beer and toss the bottle in the trash before walking to the front door to greet my brother and underboss.
“Walk with me,” I say when he approaches, and Zumo readily falls into step alongside me, heading toward the walking trail at the rear of the house. I had walking-slash-jogging trails installed a couple years after I bought this place so I could take advantage of everything the property has to offer. My men patrol the grounds twenty-four-seven, so it was practical as well as indulgent.
Sensor lights embedded in the cream-colored stone path light up the second we set foot on it.
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Zumo eyes me with a mix of concern and amusement.
“I’m wired and horny, and I need to walk this restless energy off.”
He quirks a brow. “So, call someone. Head back to the city to fuck it out of your system.”
“No can do.” I point back at the house. “The reason I’m all screwed up is back there in my bed.”
Zumo slams to a halt, his eyes widening instantaneously. “What the fuck? You have a real woman in your bed?”
I snort out a laugh as I keep walking. “As opposed to a fake woman?”
He speeds up to catch me. “It could be a sex robot. They’re very realistic now with proper pussies and assholes and?—”
“Stop.” A shudder works its way through me. “I should shoot you for even daring to suggest it.”
“You never bring women here. That custom-fit sex room you spent a fortune on has never been used. Excuse me for being fucking shocked.”
“You and me both, brother.”
Zumo stops walking again, and I slow down, turning back to face him. “What’s going on?” he asks.
“Rico thinks I’m having a midlife crisis.” I run a hand along the back of my neck. “Maybe I am.”
Zumo’s features soften though amusement still glimmers in his eyes. “It’s okay to change your mind, Fiero. It’s okay to let a woman in. Honestly, this is a good thing. A great thing.” He would say that. He’s always been more into relationships than casual fucking. Bet he won’t be thinking that in a minute when I spill the beans. “We were all worried you’d remain a bachelor for life.”
That had been the plan, but now? Now I’m all mixed up. “You enjoy gossiping with our sisters as much as any woman. You sure you don’t have a pussy?”
“The only pussy in my vicinity is the one currently warming my bed, so can we move this along? Who is this woman and why am I here?”
I give my younger brother the CliffsNotes version, watching as his expression changes from elation to shock to fear to amusement and disbelief and a host of other emotions.
