Page 174 of 12 Months of Mayhem

I nod to Prez in greeting but all he does is smirk in return. All my brothers know I’m sprung for this chick, and she came here with me tonight on the back of my bike. Raven may not know what that means exactly, but everyone here sure as hell does.

“This one have daddy issues?” Whiskey asks, busting my balls, and I shoot him a glare.

“Fuck off, old man. She’s here with me.”

“Hot damn,” he whistles, brows damn near to his hairline. “House went and fell in love.”

At his words, I swiftly glance down, relaxing again once I realize Raven is looking in the opposite direction and has managed to miss Whiskey’s words altogether. When she meets my stare, I ask, “Want something to drink?”

She nods, offering a sweet smile. The look has me wanting to go out and give her the world so long as she’ll keep the expression on her face forever.

Whiskey’s brows are still in his hairline, but he drops the asshole-shit-talking mood. “Good for you, brother.”

“Appreciate it.”

I move to the bar beside him, gesturing to Wrench’s prospect. “Two beers.” He immediately complies as I tuck Raven into my side to wait.

“Shit,” Whiskey comments quietly. “I just realized who she is. She’s the little ballerina that got hurt years back, isn’t she? The one from the local news article?”

My brows furrow. “Uh, when did this happen?” I ask, then when I notice she’s watching us, I offer a grin and introduce them properly. He may’ve seen her dance down the road, but I know for a fact she’s never spoken to any of my brothers; the other girls promised me they’d tell me if it ever happened.

“Hey, doll, nice to meet you,” he says, dropping the last comment like a bomb and not finishing, making me wonder what the fuck he knows. “Don’t let this one dance with you, he’s terrible,” he teases, making her laugh. It’s quiet, but I can tell she’s not freaking out around him. It’s good because I want her comfortable enough around my brothers that she won’t mind coming here with me and hopefully staying with me as well.

I hand her the beer, then bust out in my best running-man and sprinkler dance moves. The next time I look over, she’s laughing so hard she’s gasping for breath, with tears leaking from her eyes. “I’m pretty sure I did that better than the originals,” I comment, making her smile so widely her cheeks probably hurt.

“You had me concerned you were going to need mouth-to-mouth after that demonstration,” she mutters, and I can’t help but chuckle, tugging her away from the bar toward the back door.

“I’m always down for mouth-to-mouth with you.”

I quickly introduce her to every brother or woman we pass on the way to the fire pit, but I can’t shake the feeling of wanting her all to myself. I’ve missed her every minute this past week I was away from her, and now I only want to spend time with her and no one else. I grab one of the miniature-sized blankets the ol’ ladies around here call a ‘throw’ that I know is clean and take it with us.

Once I’ve led us to the opposite side of the fire, I plop down on the biggest tree stump, spreading my legs wide and tugging her onto my lap. The sun’s completely set, allowing the flickering flames from the oversized fire pit to dance across her stunning features as I spread the throw around her. On bated breath, I ask, using two fingers to carefully guide her face until she’s looking at me, so she doesn’t miss my question. “You okay on my lap?”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“Good answer,” I mutter, not able to hide my pleased grin. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful; did I tell you that yet today?” We’re close, my face in the glare from the light so she can understand me. I never want her to feel like she’s missing out on anything, especially when it comes to me. I want her to know everything and never feel like she has to adapt in any way for me because she’s deaf. It’s me who will do whatever I need to; she doesn’t have to worry.

Her head tilts a touch, her gaze pinned on me as if I hung the moon, and I love every fucking minute of it. “How are you this sweet? You make me think this isn’t real life.”

“I’m one hundred percent real, and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”

Her lip wobbles, the dreamy smile fading. “Why are you so nice to me? I’ve never met a man like you before.”

“That right there is exactly why, shortcake. I never want you to meet a man like me. I want to be the only one.” With my confession, I lean in, taking her lips with mine. The kiss starts slow and careful, but it quickly melts into so much more. My hands move to cup her face—one on her jaw, the other weaving into her hair to cup her head. Her hold on my shoulders tightens as she wiggles closer to my body until we’re pressed up against each other in every spot we can be in this position. Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch, my own cheeks blazing from the desire curling through every inch of my body.

I want her unlike I’ve ever wanted another woman in my entire life. It’s too soon for me to be so transfixed with her, but I can’t help myself. It’s like I don’t have a choice in the matter, and our passionate kiss only proves it further as I find myself completely lost in her, in the way she tastes, smells, and feels in my hold. I’m obsessed; there’s no other word for it, and I’m absolutely not going to fight the feeling. She is meant to be mine; there’s not a doubt in my mind.

She pulls away slowly, resting her forehead against mine as we both breathe deeply, attempting to catch our breaths after our blistering kiss. “Wow,” she whispers so quietly I nearly miss it, relishing in her being so close to me I can nearly taste her air.

I shake my head, my forehead lightly bumping against hers as I do. “I know. It hit me too,” I admit, helping her as she twists towards me fully, adjusting to straddle my waist completely so her hot little pussy rests over my jean-clad cock. Suddenly, the kiss and the warm fuzzies aren’t the only things I’m feeling, as Mr. Goliath Long Shot Big Dick himself comes to life once more for her, ready to have his own party in her pants.

Of course I’ve named my cock like every self-respecting man out there has. I may even have more than one name, but who can blame me, it’s a big dick. You’re not going to not name a big dick more than once if you have the chance, trust me.

Staring at her right now, I know she’s my future, I can feel it in my bones. The realization brings me both a sense of comfort and apprehension because I will literally do anything for her. She already owns me body and soul, but I will expect the same from her. It may take time to get her to where I am, but I can be patient. Sometimes. Okay, only when I fight, but it still counts. She’s different.

I wonder how long it’ll take her to fall in love with me? I can’t help but silently question as I continue to obsessively glance at her. On the fifth smoldering look I send her, she blushes, ducking into my neck. She peppers kisses along the column, making me flex my hips upward so she rides my dick a bit.

“Damn,” I curse aloud, quietly, but enough that a few people momentarily flick their gaze in my direction, and it has me remembering a few important details in the Oath Keepers’ bylaws when it comes to ol’ ladies.

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