And yet I’d suck him off again in a heartbeat.
It was official—some wiring had gone wrong in my brain down the line and I needed to admit myself for a psych eval immediately.
“We’re fine,” Neev countered, bright and breezy.
Her lying skills surpassed her common sense.
Despite that, I got the feeling he didn’t believe her. Which was spooky. If I had an ironclad liver, Neev’s superpower involved lying to men and twisting them around all five of her fingers.
“Let’s clarify something. I don’t want you out there.” He jerked his thumb at the front door. “These guys would sniff around a hag’s skirts, never mind threebeddas. It isn’t a compliment for them to flirt with you. They’re manwhores and they have club pussy on tap, so they’ll treat you like shit because that’s what they’re used to?—”
“Do you think he knows we’re not his daughters?” Raisin jeered, a mocking glint in her eye.
“Did he call usbeddas? What does that mean?”
“Something good,” I guessed wryly.
Warning imparted, Stan heaved a sigh, likely knowing that my sisters would do what they wanted, same with me unless he planted me on his cock and found ways to keep me busy…
Now, there’s a thought.
Peeved, he strode to the fridge and peered inside. Grabbing a small mountain of junk food, he trailed over to the living room, where he dumped it on the coffee table before returningto his calls.
Neev whistled. “Jesus, he eats a lot, doesn’t he?”
My mouth watered as I watched him dig into the feast he’d collected for himself.
For some reason, I thought back to Brad and his obsession with macros and micros…
“Kitty?”
I blinked at Raisin. “Yeah?”
“You got something going on with him?”
“What gave it away? Her using him as a bucket seat on the flight over?”
I ignored Neev’s sniping. “Maybe. A healthy attraction, sure.”
Neev hooted. “Not so healthy. You saw him back there. He didn’t shit himself and we were surrounded.”
“They’re allies,” I discounted, but she had a point.
Unlike Martinez and his men, who’d treated us kindly, I’d felt like an extraterrestrial entering that clubhouse. Stan must have sensed the oppressive looks too.
“I think he expected it to be like that. It’s why he’s concerned about us,” Raisin reasoned.
“So you gave him shit because…?”
“He’s not my daddy?” Neev chimed in.
Raisin snickered. “Might besomebody’s, just not ours, Neev.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sure why the men?—”
“Stared at us as if we were aliens?” Neev studied her nails. “If their idea of flirting is making a girl feel like a sideshow freak, then they’re mistaken.”
“Maybe because wearealiens to them. We’re mob,” Raisin pointed out. “Even if we aren’t. Not really. You know what Da used to say about MCs…”
