“Oh, yeah,” Fangs murmured as he licked me clean. “That’s the stuff right there.”
My legs collapsed as lust crashed through my system. I heaved for air, panting as Fangs massaged my quivering thighs. He cleaned up the mess he made, sucking on my pussy lips and licking the insides of my thighs as if he didn’t want to leave a drop of his favorite meal behind.
And as the world tilted around me, he settled his chin on my stomach.
“Yes?” I murmured.
He kissed my belly button. “Church is open to women this morning if you want to come?”
I peeked an eye open. “Really?”
“Really, really.”
“I think I’d like to come, then. What time is it?”
“What time is church?”
I nodded as my legs twitched. “Mhmmmm.”
“In about fifteen minutes.”
I picked up my head. “Of course, you’d do this to me fifteen minutes before we have to be somewhere.”
He winked up at me. “I don’t hear you complaining.”
I rolled toward the edge of the bed. “And you never will. Now, come and help me up.”
There was a lot of laughing, grunting, and groaning to get my tired ass out of bed, but we eventually made it happen. I didn’t have time to shower or even brush my teeth, but I did manage to find a rubber band so that I could pile my sex hair up at the crown of my head. I quickly checked the mirror for hickeys before I slipped back into Fangs’s sweatpants and tank top.
“Here,” he said as he tossed me one of his hoodies, “you can practically see through that damned thing.”
I looked down at the tank top. “Don’t want people seeing my diddly-bobs?”
He barked with laughter. “I’m calling your tits that from now on.”
I pulled the hoodie over my head. “Please tell me you’re going to do it in front of the guys, too. That would be hilarious.”
He held out his arm for me and, for once in my stubborn, independent life, I took pride in tucking myself beneath it. Usually, I found that kind of thing possessive. Like the man wasn’t sure his woman would stay with him unless he was touching her at all times and asserting dominance over his territory. Feeling his arm slung over me that way comforted me, though. It told me that I was safe. That if anyone messed with me, they’d have to get through Fangs first.
And I quickly found why women loved that shit.
“Wow,” I said as we entered the room. “I didn’t know you guys were doing breakfast down here, too.”
The woman who helped us out last night picked up her head. “I figured if we were all going to gather after a long night, we might as well have food and caffeine with us.”
I pointed at her. “I like you.”
She winked. “I like you, too. Especially from what Angel told me about last night.”
“Nadia,” Angel warned.
“Did you hear that, Fangs?” I asked as I looked up at him. “I’m someone’s pillow talk.”
The guys laughed and the girls gathered around as we stacked plates high and divvied out the food and drinks. For once, a weight felt like it had been lifted, and as I handed my sister her own plate of food, I noticed that her bruises were fading. Most of the scratches she had once donned were close to fading away altogether.
And as Goose quickly checked her side, he came up with a smile on his face. “A few more days, and we can get those stitches out.”
I hugged my sister’s neck. “It’s a good day to be alive.”
