I barked with laughter. “Noted, asshole!”
I couldn’t just stand there, though. Not when our beautiful little houseguest was in such distress. And with nothing else to do until my patrol shift that evening, I decided to go in search of her. I decided to follow my nose and track her scent like a wild animal before I showed up at her closed bedroom door.
Since I was right about where she ended up.
I grasped the doorknob, turned it softly, and tossed the door open. I found her in the bedroom, gazing out the bay window, sitting there with her legs curled up to her chest. Well, as closely as she could get them to her chest with those luscious tits of hers. God, what I wouldn’t have given to plant my face in between them and have her smother me whole. She had the body of an angel, and all I wanted was to sin with it like the devil I had become. She still donned that silken robe, and the way it fluttered around her thighs made my mouth water. I wanted to flick my tongue along her curves, dancing it softly against her skin the way that robe kept doing. Never in my life did I ever think I’d be jealous of a piece of silk, yet there I was, unable to control the throbbing of my cock as the sun shone down against her features.
The sheen of her legs tickled my balls. The way her toes wiggled as she lost herself in deep thought made me want to lick them, just to see what her reaction might be. What I wouldn’t give to sink myself into her just once. Just enough to feel her warmth wrap around me. Just to feel her juices marking my balls as hers. She was breathtaking with that thick body of hers. She had this cute little waist that called to my palms, teasing me as I leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom.
“Pretty picture for a pretty girl,” I said in the hopes of getting her attention.
But as she stared out at the world, it didn’t matter that my words made her blush. It didn’t matter that the rich red color made me damn near growl with feral need. It didn’t matter that I saw a soft smile tick her cheek, despite the fact that she fought to bury it.
All that mattered was that she couldn’t look at me in the process.
“Are you kidding, Dante!?” Axe exclaimed downstairs.
“We’re fucking working on it!” Dee yelled back.
The shadow of her smile faded as a twitch took over her eye, and I quickly stepped into her room. My hand motioned out behind me, closing the door softly as it muted the sounds of their voices. The two of them continued to face off downstairs as their muffled voices fought to be heard through the extra insulation we had placed behind the plaster walls when renovating the clubhouse a few years back.
And the quiet got her to finally speak.
“Thanks,” she said softly before breathing out a sigh of relief. “Their voices carry.”
I snickered. “Don’t I know it.”
That got her to peek over at me. “Are you guys really going to keep me safe? Or did I just lie my ass off to my parents?”
I shrugged. “Not like they haven’t been doing that to you for your entire life.”
Her stare grew watery before she quickly tossed her gaze back out the window. No one should cry alone, especially someone like her who had gotten caught up in an innocent game of “kill the bitch.” I walked over to her and perched on the edge of the bed facing the bay window. I linked my hands together and let them hang between my legs, watching as the air conditioning brushed her black bangs away from her forehead.
I clocked a small scar near her scalp. “Yes.”
She sniffled. “Huh?”
“Yes,” I said as I pushed myself up from the bed and walked toward her, “we’re really going to protect you. Especially since you’re not the woman we wanted in the first place.”
She shook her head. “All my life, I felt like I’ve never been wanted. Even by my own parents sometimes. So, it’s sort of ironic that the same principle is about to save my life.”
“Never?” I asked.
She had officially piqued my curiosity, but she didn’t take the bait.
“Anyway,” she said with a burdened sigh, “thanks for checking up on me. I’ll probably just stay up here, though, if that’s all right.”
I shrugged as I sat down at the other end of the bay window seat. “We said to make yourself at home, and we meant it. If that means locking yourself down in here, then that’s fine.”
“But…”
“No buts,” I said with a shake of my head.
She flicked her gaze down my form before gazing back out at the desert surrounding us. “Thank you.”
I leaned back against the frame of the window. “You know, families can cover up the most insane things sometimes.”
She nodded mindlessly. “Mhm.”
