Page 29 of Broken Warrior
Licking a cut on my finger, because yes, I can feel his tongue swirl around the tip, should not be this erotic but it totally is.
Also,he is licking the cut on my finger, which I find oddly sweet.
It’s him.
If it was anyone but Spider, I’d be grossed out and definitely not turned on, but because it’s him, I am not the former and very much the latter.
But anyone would be turned on by a six-foot-seven almost three hundred pound Scottish Viking that looks like he was carved from stone with more muscles than I actually think is possible. Especially with the mahogany hair, a rich brown with hints of red, cut very short on the sides, longer and messy on top. Those piercing blue eyes with lashes longer than mine. An almost perfectly straight nose, high cheekbones, and square jaw. The dimple in his chin under full lips, just a hint of dark red stubble on his absolutely gorgeous face.
Having someone like that lick and suck a bleeding cut on your finger would probably turn on a nun.
Spider releases my finger with a small pop, smirks at my flushed face, then maintains eye contact as he reaches over and grabs a paper towel, wets it, and starts cleaning up the rest of my hand.
“You start working tonight?”
Am I drooling? I think I’m drooling. I’m pretty sure my jaw is still on the floor with the puddle of beer I didn’t get to clean up.
“Tate?” Spider continues cleaning my palm, gentle swipes of the damp cloth before he holds it over the cut. “You start tonight?”
Slowly, I nod my head. “Nine.”
“Nine as in o’clock? Or nein as in German for no?”
His lip twitches and I can’t help but smile. “O’clock.”
“How late do you work?”
“Until three.”
Spider nods, never breaks eye contact, and that’s when I realize his pupils are pinpricks even in the low light of the kitchen. “Are you nervous?”
“Very.” They’re a little hooded too, and as much as I would love to believe it’s lust based, I’m not that naive. Even so, now isn’t the time to express my concerns because we are having a normal adult conversation about one of them, and I need more than just a gut feeling before I throw out any accusations. “I’ve never had a real job before.”
Anger flashes across Spider’s face, but it’s brief and replaced with a ghost of a smile. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“Maybe.”
“You will.” He removes the towel and looks at my finger, the bleeding stopped almost completely. “I’m going to grab a bandaid and something else I’d like for you to take with you to work. Is that ok?”
I roll my lips between my teeth and nod as Spider presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist, then watch as he disappears down the hall for a few minutes before he comes back with a small bag and bandaids.
This is not at all how I expected this to go.
I thought I’d be dealing with grumpy Spider and not sweet Spider. Quite frankly, I thought he’d be raging pissed Spider but he isn’t, not completely. The anger is there, bubbling under the surface, but I don’t actually think I’m the cause, at least not directly, and it’s making me nervous.
“You’re not...” I clear my throat and blink as he carefully wraps my cut. “You’re not mad?”
Spider sighs. “No,m’eudail, I’m not mad, and I shouldn’t have gotten mad either time you brought up working before.”
I wait for further explanation, but of course, I don’t get one. I just get a kiss to my bandaid before Spider turns to the bag and pulls out two items.
“These should fit in your purse.” He lines them up side by side and points as he speaks. “This is a Vipertek VTS-989 stun gun. It emits thirty million volts into your target and has shock plates just below the grip in case someone tries to take it from your hand. You have to be careful of those, but the grip is contoured and ergonomic, and has a wrist strap. It’s loud as fuck but that should draw attention from passersby or scare off your target if you miss. It’s lightweight and relatively easy to use. The prongs will penetrate almost any material. It’s fully charged and easily concealed.” Spider points to the other item. “Sabre Red Pepper gel. Minimal blowback, eighteen foot spray range. Keep it in the holster until you’re ready to use it and watch out for dripping.”
For some reason, Spider’s obvious concern and care for my safety makes my eyes well with tears. No one has ever taken the time to make me feel safe before, not like this. He took me into his home that’s basically tighter than a military base and then went as far as to make sure I have protection when I leave instead of keeping me locked up.
I could fall in love with him.So easily.
“Can I see your phone?”
