Page 85 of Saving Blood

“If you haven’t scared her yet, there’s nothing I could say,” Marisol fires back.

“Two sassy women, hooked up with two alpha men.”

Marisol rolls her eyes. “What could go wrong?”

Blood huffs out a laugh then leans into my ear. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait to get you alone.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You’re not teasing me now, are you?” He waggles his eyebrows. “‘Cause you know what happens when you tease me.”

Marisol waves her hand at us. “Will you please take him out of here before he embarrasses himself?”

“Too late.”

I lean into Marisol. “Thanks for being my first friend in Tijuana.”

“Always.” Marisol has experienced so much loss in her life, yet she’s still so warm and caring.

Blood leads me to the back of the club, and Diesel steps in our path. “Leaving so soon?” He’s got a stripper under each arm, one kissing his neck and the other dipping her fingers into his waistband. “The party’s just getting started.”

If this is what he calls “getting started,” I’m afraid to think of what would be going on an hour from now.

Blood tightens his hold around my waist. “I don’t wanna scare her on the first night.”

“All right, I’ll let you go.” Diesel points at me. “But come next week, your sweet ass better be in the gym. We got some new girls coming in, and I need your gentle touch.”

Blood barks out a laugh. “In other words, he needs you there so he doesn’t scare them off.”

“Get the fuck outta here.” Diesel puffs out his massive chest. “I’m just a cuddly teddy bear.” Both strippers gaze at him adoringly.

We all laugh at that one, then Blood angles me through the back hall and up the stairs.

When we hit his apartment, he wastes no time angling me toward the bedroom.

“Impatient much?” I tease.

“Damn straight, especially when my woman gets to talking. Shit, if I hadn’t come over, you’d still be yakking at Marisol.”

“Right, like you weren’t in some deep conversation with Smoke.”

“There you go with the sass, but I’mma let it go, ‘cause right now I want you buck-ass naked and spread out in my bed.”

“Is that an order?”

“Fuck yeah, it’s an order.” He slaps my ass, and I squeal. “Now, get moving.”

I give him a sassy grin, and when we enter the bedroom, I slowly, very slowly, unzip my cutoffs and push them over my hips. “What did Bolt mean before about me being your old lady?”

“Who the hell knows what he’s talking about?” Blood drags my t-shirt over my head and unsnaps the clasp of my bra.

“He seemed pretty sure of what he was saying.”

Blood nuzzles his face between my breasts, nudging me back toward the bed, then lifts me and tosses me onto the center. He pushes away the denim of his jeans, toes off his boots, rips his t-shirt up and over his head, then crawls up the bed.

“We can talk all you want later, but I’ve been waiting all night to have your sweet body under me.” He grabs me behind the knees and anchors my legs over his shoulders. “And to taste you.”

He dives in between my legs, and my hips jerk off the mattress when he drives his tongue deep while nipping my clit. He keeps at the sensitive flesh until I break apart in record time, forgetting any questions I have floating around in my brain.

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