Shaking my head, I turn to look at her and hopefully encourage her to get her ass back in bed so we can get everything out on the table, and make things official, but I do a double take when I see what she’s wearing.
Fuck me.
Wearing just my shirt, her hair tussled, and legs bare, I swallow my fucking tongue.
Nine days she’s been back, over six months since my dick has felt her tight heat, and yeah, he hardens beneath my sweats.
I want to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to bed, but I can’t. After her admission, I won’t be making the first move. If we have sex, it’ll be on her terms, and my dick will justhave to be happy with my hand in the meantime. Even if I want nothing more than to taste her for the first time, to ravish her body, and suck her clit into my mouth.
I feel it twitch.Fuck.
I clear my throat and admit, “Not being a good cook, that is for sure,” and I shake my hand again and look at the redness I’m now sporting.
Fuck I hope that doesn’t blister because working with wrenches will hurt like a bitch.
“Oh my god, are you hurt?” Luna gasps and rushes my way, grabbing my hand, and I soften towards her, seeing the panic shining in her beautiful eyes.
“Princess –” I begin, hoping to explain that it is fine, but my words cut off as she yanks my hand towards the sink, making me grunt in surprise, and my feet follow. She runs the cold water then places my hand underneath. She bends down and opens the cabinet, andfuck me…
I blink to try and get the visual of her on her knees before me, sucking my cock.
Bunnies.
Cockroaches.
My cock hardens as I look to see her looking around underneath the sink, and I picture her pulling my hard cock out of my sweats, her doe eyes looking at me wide full of lust… Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My grandmother.
Psycho.
My mother.
My cock slowly deflates, and I swallow hard, keeping my family in my thoughts as my girl stands with the first aid kit, then turns off the water before grabbing a rag and gently placing it on my hand.
“It’s okay, princess,” I try to reassure her, but she shakes her head and mumbles, “I swear you are never allowed near the stove again. I can’t take it if you get hurt,” and I soften because how did I get so lucky to have this girl want me?
My phone rings, breaking my stare at my girl as she goes through the first aid kit looking for the burn cream. I grab the device from the side behind me, and without looking at the screen, I press the green, put the phone to my ear, and open my mouth, ready to chew out whoever called.
Everyone knows this time in the morning is for me and Luna, so I can try and win her over and basically beg her to wear my patch, something I know will most likely be a sore subject with the way that fucker wanted to force her to wear his.
“She’s getting married, she’s fucking getting married,” Psycho says, not giving me a chance to even say anything, and I frown.
“Who?” I ask in confusion as Luna gently applies the cream and then grabs a band-aid.
“Fucking Ivy!” he snaps, and even Luna looks up in shock, hearing his words, already knowing about Psycho and Ivy’s relationship history from what I told her months ago, her eyes wide, mouth open a little.
“No, she’s not,” I deny because surely Venom would have mentioned something or even Glock, especially when they both know how much this fucker loves Ivy and regrets his actions.
Psycho chuckles darkly and admits, “She’s just shocked the shit outta Venom and by fucking text. She says the wedding will be small in four months’ time, and brothers are welcome if they behave.”
Oh, holy fucking shit!
Luna winces and quickly clears up the medical kit before unwrapping the bandage, which she then places over the cream as gently as she can.
“Psycho…” I begin, but he cuts me off and demands, “Do you have my back?”
Oh shit, he’s planning something.