Monster would file that away to examine later.
“Pixie. I have club business that requires all my attention. If I am wondering where you are, I’m distracted. Distractions lead to mistakes.” There, that was true and didn’t make him sound like a lovesick puppy. “Give me a few hours?” He pled more than ordered. “If I’m going to be too much longer than that, I’ll make … arrangements.”
“Be my good girl and go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you with my tongue.”
The way her breath hitched had him wanting to shuck his clothes and climb right back into bed with her.
“I’ll make you a counteroffer.”
The gleam in her warm brown eyes almost did him in. There was just enough light spilling in from the night-light in the bathroom that he could see, and man, what a sight. Monster pulled the sheet down and appreciated the glow of her skin. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he teased it with his tongue until she moaned. Regrettably, he pulled away. He had to get going.
“Hit me with it, Pixie.”
“I’ll indulge you this time, for three hours only.” She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “Next time, you indulge me.”
The last was said uncertainly. His little pixie thought he’d say no, ha.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled down at her with a wink, then headed for his door before he heard her add, “Only until six. If you’re not back by then …” She left the rest unsaid, but he knew she’d be gone if this mission took too long. Carys alluded to obligations last night but never told him what she did for a living. He assumed she must have a shift coming up, especially after her parting words.
With her taste still on his tongue, he headed to the common room. Ghoul and Bulldog were waiting for him.
“Ready?” he asked and strode toward the door.
Bulldog piped in, “Look at that, Ghoul. Someone more excited than you to get his hands dirty.” Monster heard Bulldog slap Ghoul’s back. “Ha. Never thought I’d see it.”
“He’s not excited about where we’re going so much as what he’s coming back to,” Ghoul said cheerfully as they loaded into the nondescript sedan. It would draw less attention than the rumble of Harleys rattling the windows of suburbia in the wee hours.
“What do you know about what I left, asshole?”
The only person around when he’d arrived last night was the prospect at the gate and Golden inside. Neither of them would’ve run their mouth.
“Oh, Monster, you have the tongue of a god,” Ghoul said in a falsetto voice. “Yes, fuck, yes. Right there. I’m going to come. Ahhhh.”
Bulldog burst out laughing at Ghoul’s impression.
“I mean, shit, man. Respect,” Ghoul slapped his own chest. “I love a screamer. I call dibs when you’re done. I’ll lay down my charm and see if she wants to give another brother a ride.”
Normally, Monster would’ve joined in the merriment. Even high-fived his brothers and bragged about how good he gave it to her. Everyone knew he was typically a one and done. A three-peat if she were irresistible and had zero expectations.
The thought of Ghoul being with Carys raised Ulf to his full height inside him. But even more annoying was that he’d heard her in a moment that was theirs. Again, not something that had ever bothered him before. Hell, he and Ghoul had shared women.
Before he could voice his objection, Ghoul spoke again. “Oh, maybe you plan on hitting it again because it was that good. I’ll happily join you.”
“The fuck you will,” Monster roared before he even realized he was speaking.
“But—” His brother’s words were cut off by their Vice.
“Back off, Ghoul.”
He felt more than saw the unspoken exchange between his Vice and SAA.
It took a moment for understanding to dawn on Ghoul, but it was the wrong understanding for fuck’s sake.
“Oh, shit. Sorry, brother. I didn’t realize she’s your?—”
“She’s not. I’m just … not done with her yet.”
Even as he spoke the words that branded her as common pussy to his brother, it felt wrong.
