“I have my ways, baby girl.” A smug smirk wrinkled his face.
I returned to sit beside her and cocked my head to glance at the phone. “VIP tickets for what?”
“MMM Author Signing. It’s in Houston this year. Over one hundred MC and Mafia romance authors come to the event with all their books and swag goodies. Oh my God. I can’t believe you found those tickets. I’m freaking out.” She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him. “Thank you so much. This is the best gift ever.”
Fuck me. Why did I not think of that? That should have been my gift to her, not his. “Since when do you read smut, Prez? How did you even know about the event?”
“Who do you think make these events happen in town? Anything biker related in the state must be run by the club first. Prez and VP are invited officially. Molar ain’t going, and I wasn’t planning on dropping by either. I’m busy, and those author ladies and their fans are hungry for meat and blood, if you know what I mean. I only have eyes for one woman,” he smiles at her, caressing her face, “but my ol’lady is an avid reader ofsmut, so I changed my mind. Gotta spoil my girl.”
I vomited a little in my mouth. “Why don’t you take care of business, Prez? I’ll take her. We both know books and reading aren’t your forte.”
“Ain’t no fucking way. That’smygift tomywife. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it yourself, so fuck you, Rex,” he said, and I knew I struck a nerve. He hated that Jo and I had more in common with our love for reading, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t compete. “What the fuck are you still doing here? Get ready for school, boy. Mommy and Daddy are busy.”
Fuck you, too, Furore. I won’t let you win.“So you’ve been sitting on this for months but you only tell her now?”
“Stop stirring shit. I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides,” he caressed her face again, “you haven’t been reading in a while. I thought the event might cheer you up and get you out of the rut.”
“Thank you, Laius.” She kissed him one more time before she sat on his lap then cocked a brow at me. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Ouch. “The course of true love never did run smooth.Forgive me if I stumble and fall, my little faerie, for I know not how to love too well.”
A little smile tugged at her lips at my apology, but her arms wrapped around him not me.I dragged myself out, knowing I wouldn’t win today.
I lay on the couch full of rage. I was mad at myself for failing to notice her reading funk while Furore did. I was mad at fate, the one that had me so consumed in winning her to the point where I was losing her. To him.I can stand you not loving me, but I can’t stand him loving you. I pity you for he’s not me. I pity me for I’m not him.
I stared at their bedroom door that was now closed with her moans streamed through, awakening the demons, screeching.I might not win today, but I’ll win the long game.
Just wait and see.
CHAPTER 3
Jo
“Let me go freshen up quickly, and I’ll come right away to thank you properly,” I said.
Laius held my wrist, stopping me from moving off his lap, and pulled me into a kiss.
I pressed my lips in embarrassment. “Morning breath, baby.”
“Don’t give a shit. Come here.” His fingers dug into the exposed flesh of my butt. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. Taking my hand off you,” he spanked me, “leaving my lap without permission,” another spank, “and taking off my pink panties for another man,” three rough swats that had me biting my lip on my moans, “in my own bed.” His fist found my neck and squeezed while he gave my other butt cheek another round of a red hot spanking.
My mouth fell agape for breath as my cry gurgled in my throat. His lips crushed on mine, devouring. Despite the pain and shortage of breath, I rubbed myself on his rigid length, wishing his jeans weren’t between us, needing his fat cock inside me.
He pulled back slowly, and then drew the pad of his thumb over my lips, one by one, teasing me. “Your mouth, wide open like that, is begging to be filled.”
As much as I loved sucking him, there was another hole begging to be filled right now. He must have known for sure by my wetness that was pooling down on his jeans, but he was punishing me with the wait. “Please,” I rasped.
“Please what, baby girl? Use your words.”
“I need you.”
“What do you need?”
I reached for his belt, but he held my wrists together away from it. “Words, Ms. Lazzarini. Give me your words.”
“I need your cock,” I said brazenly between choking gasps, my face burning, “inside my pussy. I’ll be a good girl and take it all. Give it to me, daddy, please. It hurts, and I need you.”
“Look at you. A dirty slut begging for my cock. What would your students say about you, Ms. L, when they know how naughty you are?”
