I moan shamelessly. And then he has to drop both his hands to my ass to stop me rolling them more. “Why the hell do you think I was so insistent on getting out of incarceration? I’m not worried about Raney; she can look after herself in any situation. With her Scorned Girls coming, every person in this town needs to be scared.”
I go to protest, but Koz sweeps my hair over my face, cutting off Puck and shutting down any further discussion. And then the evil man trails his fingers, soft like falling feathers, up and down my back. Fighting against him is futile… as if I ever would.
Being spoilt by good orgasms, having Puck at the same time, and then having Koz’s dick in my pussy while I sleep is right up there on my list of why my life is generally fan-fucking-tastic.
* * *
Waking up to the low whispered timbre of Lew’s voice trying to pacify Koz’s shitty mood feels like we’re home and back into the normal swing of things. Cracking my eyes open, the sunlight lets me know I got more than a catnap.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, rubbing my hand over my face.
“King.”
“He’s here?” I clarify, but I don’t move a muscle, considering I’m naked and Lew’s in the room. Lew copping a gander would not be a good start to the day.
Koz drops his hand on my shoulder, pretty much confirming I’m on the ball this morning. But then again, his jealousy is as much a part of him as his beautiful ice blue eyes. His possessiveness has never upset me before, it’s not about to start now.
“Lew, can you let King know I’ll be out in fifteen minutes? I want to have a shower to freshen up,” I offer as an easy solution. “If he’s not happy with that, you can tell him I said stiff shit, and I’ll see him at the clubhouse when I’m ready. His choice if we catch up sooner rather than later.”
I’m not being a bitch. I’m talking to Dad in the way I have been brought up by him and all my uncles. Plus, saying what I said to Lew for him to repeat back will ensure Dad knows it’s coming from me and not Koz. Koz would have just told him to fucking leave.
Lew exits without another word, and Koz leans down near my ear. “Micina, this does untold things to me.” He’s reflective as his finger trails over his name. His voice thick with the emotions that are locking him up. But that’s another of the things I love desperately about this man—he’s completely open about how he feels, and he constantly tells me.
“What does it mean?” Puck interrupts.
“It means none of your fucking business,” Koz hisses while smiling down at me sweet and innocently.
I roll over, using Puck’s blanket as a toga inspired dress as I stand up, pushing Koz out of the way. “It means I can be myself with Koz.”
“Sono tutto con te, Kozantine,” Koz repeats, making all the vowels roll as he pulls me back close so his fingers can trace over the script Niche inked.
“Is it still scabby?” I ask.
He leans down and bites the skin before he purrs in my ear, “It needs cream. I will provide the best cream for you later.” He winks at me before flicking his hand at the shower. “First get your fanny washed. We’ve got a busy day.”
“Doing what?” I purposely tease.
“Trying on sexy clothes, picking up the wretched Scorned Girls. Initially, I thought we…”
“They’ll eat you alive if you talk like that when they’re here.”
Puck interrupts Koz, playfully shoving me towards the bathroom. “Do you really think it’s wise bringing them here?”
“You don’t want to meet my Scorned Girls?” I turn to face him, kind of shocked he doesn’t want to meet a part of me he never has.
Koz whistles and pulls a face like he can’t believe Puck went there before clapping him on his shoulders.
“Later you can argue, or discuss, I don’t care which. Shower now, Raney. Puck, get your discharge sorted out,” Koz directs us both.
The bathroom is utilitarian at best, but it’s hard to luxuriate anywhere when Koz is constantly walking in and not at all subtly checking his watch every few minutes.
Koz does an exceptionally good job of rushing both me and Puck out of the room and into the deserted hospital ward. He holds my hand, his thumb trailing tenderly over it as we start towards the doors to meet up with King. Puck’s following slightly behind before he sneaks in and drops his hand down inside my pants to rest on my ass.
Koz doesn’t miss a thing. The side eye he gives Puck would be enough to send others scurrying in fear, but Puck simply shrugs. “You’ll have to get used to me touching her. I get the ‘don’t enter her body when you’re already in it’ vibe, but regardless, it’s going to happen. You can lose your shit as much as you want, but mark my words, even if it’s in ten years’ time I’ll be fucking her while you are too. Oh, maybe we should think about it being a celebration thing we do… In the meantime, I’ll be testing your limits and touching her up as much as humanly possible.”
Puck holds Koz’s silent challenge, but it’s not aggressive, instead it’s assertively delivered with his blazing confidence and oozing sweetness. The three of us come to a stop in front of the doors and Dad’s eyes narrow at me through the glass petition, but it seems we’ve got a few issues that need resolving first.
Koz doesn’t make a sound. He pops an eyebrow up expectantly at Puck and waits. Except Koz doesn’t have a lot of patience, and he cracks first. “Come on, Pup, let’s hear it.”
