“I’ll talk to him,” Dad says, “I’m booked in for a tattoo this morning, and I’ll speak to him and get him to understand that going home is for the best. If he knows we’re coming with, then I think he’ll be more optimistic about going home.”
Just as he finishes, I hear, “Who is going home?”
I look to see my sister wearing skimpy lingerie in the doorway, and I screw my nose up.
“Elizabeth, what on earth are you wearing? What if Cage was here?!” Mom demands while Dad scowls at his daughter, who looks smug as she looks around the kitchen.
Mother…
“He’s not here, Elizabeth, so why don’t you do our father a favor and actually put some clothes on instead of scarring him!” I snap, suddenly pissed at her antics, and I add, “Also, stop trying to get a taken man’s attention because Bellamy wouldn’t look at you if you were the last bitch on earth, he isn’t Drake so grow up!”
Elizabeth's eyes narrow, and Dad growls, “So much for you trying to make amends, El!” and she stiffens while I snort before looking at Mom, whose eyes are still teary despite the anger now shining off her.
“I’m going to head back and start contacting the parents to let them know I’m closing up shop. I’ll call you once Dad has spoken to Bell,” I say softly, and Mom nods just as Elizabeth demands, “Why are you closing your studio?!” Then she gloats, “What? Can’t hack it anymore?”
I smirk and inform my spoiled, spiteful little sister, “Actually, I’m moving to Hill Crest with Bellamy so he can take over as president of his club.”
Her face reddens, pure jealousy radiating from her, and I just shake my head before walking past her. Even as she says, “Hegoes back to that club, he’ll get distracted by the club bunnies, you’ll be stupid to move back there,” I keep going, all while Dad scowls at her for being petty.
Is it bad that I’m hoping she’ll decide to stay in Rose Hill?
***
“Seriously, Drew? A fucking note?” Bell snaps as soon as I walk into the apartment fifteen minutes later. I look up to find him only in a pair of boxers, his hair all tousled and his phone in hand, glaring at me.
Oh, holy mother of abs…
I bite my bottom lip as I stare at the man I love, looking extremely edible. My hormones go haywire, my clit instantly throbs, wanting him, needing him.
All the way home I was trying to come up with excuses as to why I went to my parents without waking him. I don’t want him canceling his appointment with my dad, but now, I don’t think I need one because I need him – like now.
“I told you I struggle without you by my side, that I need to check your studio or wherever you're going because of those fuckers!” he snaps, and I clear my throat when he growls, “Look at my face, Drew, not my fucking body like I’m some piece of meat!”
“You’re more like a delicious chocolate bar that I want to eat,” I mutter before I lock eyes with his amused ones.
The anger is gone, and, just as I hoped, so are the questions about why I went to my parents.
“You like what you see?” he asks with humor, and I hum as my eyes take him in.
“What time is your first client?” I ask as we lock eyes, and he grins as he admits, “Your dad at nine.”
“Then what on earth are you waiting for, Bellamy?!” I demand, “Take me back to bed!”
He chuckles. “With fucking pleasure but don’t think this conversation is over!” he says with a growl before he storms my way, grabbing hold of the back of my thighs. He lifts me while I slam my lips against his, really fricking needing him and he walks to our room where he does indeed forget about the conversation he wanted to have because after four orgasms and leaving me sated, he had to run off to the shop before he was late. I was happy because I know for a fact that man would never look at another woman. Not just because he’s madly in love with me, which I see in his eyes every day, but because he’ll never have time, not with me needing him continuously and that thought brings a huge smile to my face.
Chapter 26
Cage
“I can’t believe I’m tattooing my woman’s name on your fucking arm,” I grumble as I dip my needle. My jealousy heightens like always where my girl is concerned, even with her own father, and Joel laughs.
“She’s my daughter, son,” he unhelpfully reminds me with humor, “And I never wanted anyone else to tattoo my girls’ names on my skin other than a Carnage brother, life just got in the way.”
I huff and continue outlining Drew's name above her sister's, which took everything in me not to fuck up on purpose.
“Have you heard from my dad since the brothers left?” I ask above the needle's hum.
I’ve had radio silence, only receiving one text saying church would be next week, then nothing, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
