Or had it?
I lifted my hand, turned the ring, and stared at the gem.
There were so many questions I needed to ask, so many red flags I needed to wave, but…
Stan had waded into war for my sister.
I started wiggling out of my panties.
Because questions and red flags aside, not only did he still owe me a reward, but that kind of bravery deserved one in turn.
THIRTY-SIX
STAN
Playlist recommendation:
Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix
Dagger and I parted amicably—fortuitous considering the situation.
He raised his hand in a half-wave that I reciprocated before slogging my way back to the bunkhouse. I frowned when the door handle turned and I gained entry to the small building.
I half-expected to find myself in the middle of a verbal sparring match between Kitty and her sisters, and instead silence greeted me.
For a moment, my ears rang—that was how quiet it was in here. The hum of the refrigerator reverberated around the space until the music returned with a shriek and a guitar riff that, to my exhausted ear, sounded like “Purple Haze.”
Walking through the bunkhouse and encountering the absence of the three sisters, I trudged onward. Then, I grimaced when I saw my room was empty.
Until it wasn’t.
As I made a note for future Stan, one that informed him Kitty would always react in unexpected ways and toexpectthat if nothing else,I braced for the bundle of arms and legs that hurled themselves at me once the door collided with the wall then ricocheted with a bang. The only perk being it latched with a loud click.
Pretty certain this was an attack for the audacity of sliding that ring on her finger, I didn’t fight—the word ‘presumptuous’ summed up my actions and deserved payback. Then, her legs tightened around my hips, hands tugging at my undershirt, yanking it from my waistband.
Relieved that payback involved kisses, I let her devour my mouth, enjoying her fervor, reveling in how her ardency matched my own.
To be wanted byherwas more than I…
Fuck.
Just fuck.
Her nails dragged over my lats, scoring into my skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long enough. I wanted her to carve her name into me, to let the whole fucking world know that I was hers and she was mine. Not even that much of a claiming would be enough. I knew myself too well to think otherwise.
It didn’t occur to me not to open up to her, letting her thrust her tongue inside as I turned us against the wall.
Her ferocious need felt like a benediction I didn’t deserve but would take anyway.
Even as I knew I’d follow through with this, I recognized how she deserved candlelight and soft music and shadows. Not a grody bunkhouse bedroom wall that had seen only God knew what kind of action. But I needed in her like I needed my next breath.
She writhed against me once I’d pressed her into the wall. Her fingers shifted, moving to cup my head, and I felt her rings digging into my skull as they ran through my hair, urging me for more. To move faster. To give her what she needed. To stop waiting.
Kitty was a woman who knew precisely what she wanted. And I wasn’t about to argue with her. Not this fucking time.
I swiftly realized that she’d stripped out of everything but my shirt before her full-frontal attack. Which had me so hard, the second my cock came within an inch of her cunt I was going to blow.
But the absence of covering infuriated me like nothing else could.
