He wanted to find out the truth.
His cock twitched when she walked her fingers up his chest to smooth them along his jaw.She stopped when her full chest brushed him and he would have had no problem shifting his hands a tiny bit and grabbing her hips or ass in his hands, hauling her flush to him.
Her touch along the facial hair he still hadn’t had time to knock back was incredible.And he was even more fucking stupid than he had been.He didn’t need to be losing his shit around her but getting her to help him and out of the situation.
All it took was her touch and he was rendered helpless.
“One night isn’t going to be enough.”
Isn’t that the fucking truth.
“Whatever you want, baby.”He brushed the back of his hand along her face.“Forgive me?”
“Maybe.”
“My old man’s here.Says he’s ready to meet your bitch.”
Jasmine growled, and in no more than five seconds had spun and kicked a can that launched through the air to hit Michel in the middle of his forehead.
“Don’t fucking call me bitch.”Her words were low and angry.
Lance tugged her back against him, this time not stopping as she’d done but making damn sure she was againstallof him and experiencing all he offered.He also shifted to the left, keeping her out of Michel’s direct line of sight.
“Fuck you, bitch.That hurt.”
The red mark on his head had his men snorting even as they tried without success to keep it contained.
“I’m going to kill you.”Michel’s accent had thickened.
“No, you’re not,” Lance warned.“I told you she wasn’t a whore but my girl.You’re the one who insulted her.And in doing so, insulted me.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
He tightened his grip on Jasmine’s hip.“Trust me, I will protect my woman when she needs it.She is more than capable of handling herself.”
“I said I was ready to meet.Why are you all still out here?”
Dusan brushed by the men and glared at them all.Then he paused and looked once more at his son.
“What the fuck happened to you?”he demanded.It was obvious he was unsure how to process what he was seeing.
“He called my woman a bitch one too many times.”Lance flexed his grip along Jasmine’s hip, needing her to remain still.Oh, and quiet.Definitely quiet.
While unsure on how the father would react to an assault on his son and knowing his ass was in deep shit if he lost progress on this case because he was protecting someone, he didn’t care.Dusan looked at the woman against him, one hand pressed tight to his chest and the other by his back pants pocket.Lance had his arm around her, protective.Possessive.
“I like you, Lance.It is good for my boy to learn to mind his mouth and learn that not every woman he sees is one of his crack whores.”The man strolled toward them, eyes roving over Jasmine.
“What is she into?”
“Sheis here and can speak for herself.”
So much for her remaining silent.
He flexed his fingers in warning.Smarting off to the son was one thing.To Dusan?Not smart.
“Be quiet, woman.”Dusan narrowed his gaze at her.
A derisive snort left her and she shook her head.“If this is the one that you kept leaving me for all those nights, then the two of you can fucking suck each other for all I care.I’m not going to be talked to by a man who has cops sniffing around his operation and is too fucking stupid to know.”She shoved Lance’s arm from her and got two steps before Dusan grabbed her.
