When he pulls out of me, I’m a mess, cum dripping from my mouth and my ass. Asher collects me up and deposits me back on the sofa, spreading my legs out wide again. He plunges back inside me, clearly not done. “Fuck, I’m glad you came into the club for an interview that day.”
I stare up at him, wondering what he’s going on about. I’m in a daze and don’t even have any idea where the other two are anymore. Are they still in the room? He grins at me, all cheeky. He’s so damn gorgeous. “Lucky you gave me a job.”
His thumb brushes over my clit, and I shiver. “So fucking lucky.” His lips drop to mine, and he kisses me so damn deeply it makes my toes curl. I feel as he jerks forward and fills me with his release. “I love you so fucking much, princess.” He ravishes me with kisses then just holds me close, our foreheads pressing together as our racing hearts try and get back under control. But I’m not sure mine ever will.
I stare up at him, my heart full. “I’m glad I came to Ravens Hollow. You three have been the perfect escape.”
That makes him smile, dimples and all. “Come on, we need to get you fixed up.” He collects me up in his arms like a baby and carries me to the bathroom. The scent of lavender and chamomile fills the air, and I realize the other boys did leave, to run me a bath. My body is sore but not in a terrible way, in a “fuck, that was the most amazing screw of my life” kind of way. And my heart is so full it feels like it’s going to explode. They want to keep me forever and make me part of their family. And as much as it surprises me, that’s exactly what I want as well.
Chapter 20
Control
“Unlockme,asshole,Ineed to pee.” Jagger wasn’t joking when he said I was sleeping with him tonight and about the locking-me-up part. The jerk handcuffed me to him just in case I got any ideas about trying to run away in the middle of the night. When I tried to fight him on it, he pulled the “you told me if I kept you safe, I could do what I wanted” line. And after the nightwe had with his brothers, I was too exhausted to fight him on it. I just wanted to sleep.
He pulls me a little tighter to his chest, my ass brushing against his morning wood. “Morning, sweetheart,” he grumbles, his voice all sleepy.
“Morning. Now set me free or I’m going to have to drag you with me before I wet the bed.” I bring my elbow back and into his ribs, not hard but enough to show him I’m not kidding around.
He takes me with him as he rolls toward the bedside table. Popping open the drawer, he pulls out a key and turns it in the lock, releasing me.
“Thank the Lord,” I murmur as I spring out of bed and make a run for the bathroom.
“Door open,” he grumbles from behind me.
Like hell I’m keeping it open. I slam the door and flick the lock, my heart racing a little knowing I’m disobeying a direct order from the boss. But he’s the one who makes up rules that are impossible to follow.
I do my business then wash my hands, giving myself a second to breathe as I stare at my reflection. I’m a mess, my hair all bird-nesty, my thick eyeliner smudged. And the bite marks on my neck, what the heck! I run a finger over them, a tingle running through me as I remember Jagger’s teeth sinking into my flesh. Last night was hot. Hot and a little messed up, and I’m not sure how I can look the three of them in the eye this morning without going the color of a beet.
The bathroom door lock clicks, and it slides open to reveal a cranky-looking tattooed biker boss man.
I sigh heavily and roll my eyes to myself in the mirror. Of course he has a key to let himself in. Did he really think I was going to try escaping out the window?
He comes up behind me. “I thought after last night you would have learned a lesson or two.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror, a challenge in them.
I lift a shoulder. “Maybe you made it too much fun.”
His eyes narrow, clearly not feeling as playful as I am this morning. “You’re walking a dangerous line, flower.”
I have more to say, so much more, but instead of running my mouth, my teeth sink into my bottom lip, stopping myself before I get into more trouble than I can handle. Jagger looks like he’s woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and I don’t want to anger the beast.
“Don’t be cute. I’m too tired for this shit.” He exhales heavily and runs a hand through his bed hair, making it even more tousled than it was.
He might be a grumpy bastard, but there’s just something about him that gets me all hot and bothered. I slip under his arm and move toward the shower, not wanting to get swept up in everything Jagger when I’m still pissed with him. “Why are you so tired?” I ask as I turn on the shower.
“Because it’s impossible to sleep attached to you. Has anyone ever told you how much you wriggle around in your sleep? I had to pin you to my body so you would stop.”
I can’t help but smirk back at him. “Sounds like you’re regretting your overbearing decision to lock me up. Kind of serves you right.” I turn away from him and pull his shirt that I slept in over my head, tossing it on the floor before stepping into the shower.
When I glance back at him, I find him watching me.
I soap up my hands and rub them up and over my stomach and breasts. “What? Am I not allowed to be showering, is that the look?” I ask, wondering why he’s staring at me.
He takes a few steps closer to me, the shower spray spitting at him. “No one else would get away with talking to me the way you do.”
“Lucky me,” I sass, turning away from him so I can rinse off.
The next thing I know it, he’s in the shower with me. His hands on my wet skin, he pulls me into his muscular body. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He holds me close, his hands sliding over my skin, cupping my breasts roughly as his legs knock mine out wide.
