The present with him was much more important.
Chapter Seven
The sound of Earl’s hamster wheel woke Lyric up.
She eased her eyes open to see Earl running in his cage on a stationary wheel like his tail was on fire. It was still dim outside, but from the gray light filtering in through Vic’s small bedroom window, it looked like it was after dawn.
Lyric pushed up onto her arm and looked around, rubbing her eye. Vic’s side of the bed was empty. He’d woken her up in the middle of the night and fucked her slowly, then curled around her and she’d fallen blissfully back to sleep. Now, he was nowhere to be found, but there was a mug of coffee on the nightstand next to her phone with a folded piece of paper under it.
She plucked the note from the table and opened it up.
Good morning pretty Lyric. I had to go to work for a couple of hours, but I’ll be back soon. The house is being delivered today so it’s a short workday. Bone you soon.
Vic
P. S. I like you a lot.
A smile confiscated her face, and she laid back down in his sheets and hugged the letter tightly to her chest as she remembered last night. He’d been so decisive in that fight with Cian, and so confident in the woods afterward. She bit her lip against a grin and reached for her phone on the nightstand. She unplugged it from the charger Vic had let her borrow and noticed a text from him. He’d sent a couple of images. The first was of them in the bathroom of the bar last night, her in a bra, him behind her with his hand around her throat, and both of them giving wicked looks to the camera. He’d edited it to begritty, and in black and white. The second image was a selfie of Vic rolling his eyes heavenward while two blue collar boys in the background over his right shoulder looked like they were in a heated argument.
One of them ordered the wrong sheetrock. One of them didn’t check the product before he signed for it and brought it to the jobsite. Both are playing the blame game instead of fixing it. I am eating a breakfast burrito,a following text explained.
Breakfast burrito sounds delicious. Send.So, do you do sheetrock for a living? I boned you before I even know what you do for work. Am I a ho?Send.
He responded almost instantly.God, I hope you are, but only a ho for me. Yep, it is my calling. Me and sheetrock are tight.
She giggled and lifted her phone, checked her messy hair, and then took a selfie in his bed.I like your sheets.Send.
She could see the three dots that meant he was typing, but he stopped. Started up again. Stopped. Started again and a few seconds later his text came through.I can almost see nip. This might be the greatest day of my entire life. Obviously I saved that picture. Please send me a thousand more.
A picture came through and it was just of Vic’s lap, his hand grabbing his huge erection through his jeans.
She couldn’t stop smiling right now if she tried. She saved the picture. That man was so hot.
There are breakfast sandwiches in the freezer, he texted.If you get hungry, just heat one up for a couple minutes. I’ll grab us lunch on my way home. Gotta go. The idiots finally agreed it’s both of their faults. Gotta get to work. Miss you, ho.
She curled in on herself with her laugh and typed out,Miss you too. Send.
Lyric rolled over and settled her phone onto her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. She’d spent most of her life thinking noone could save her, and she was on her own. That no one would understand her or care enough about her as a person to go out of their way on anything. But Vic was different.
He felt very important.
Lyric felt…happy.
And not just happy in the moment. He was having a home delivered today. She could help him move his stuff into it, and she could have time to figure out where she wanted to go. Maybe she could get a place close to here and come visit him and the Rogue Pack. And there was a wine tour planned for this weekend that would get her mind off of everything too. There were events to look forward to.
It had been a long time since she had things to look forward to.
First up was a shower though. She didn’t want to wash Vic off her skin, but she absolutely wanted to wash every single germ Cian had put onto her when he’d touched her yesterday. The thought of him disgusted her.
She frowned as she sat up in Vic’s bed.
The thought of Cian disgusted her?
That was something, right? That was new. Sure, she’d moved on already, but she had still missed him in some ways. The bond did that. But now?
Now, all she wanted was Vic.
She’d broken the Maker Bond to Cian years ago, but now Vic had annihilated any bond that was left between them. Now, Cian was unacceptable. Everything about him was a turnoff.
