Page 119 of Darling Psycho

Angela grinned, rubbing her face on his gray t-shirt, inhaling him.

“Are you smelling me?”

“Yes, you smell incredible.Manly.”

“Haven’t showered yet, angel. I smell like we just fucked.”

Oh wow, she flamed on every part of her face, giving him a stomach smack before retaking her seat. Filling her mouth with a piece of cheesy bread.

“I fed Oscar, so if he’s begging for scraps, he’s trying to play you. I’m gonna shower, and then I’ll drive you to work. Sidebar, you don’t need that job.”

Sarcasm laced through her tone. “Pray tell what I’m to do for money, sir?”

He smirked, and she knew his answer. Glowering at him, Angela shot that down right away. “No fucking way.”

“Language, Angela.”

“Fuck off, Lawless. And you are not paying for my stuff. Okay, fine, you pay for this place and all the food and bills, which you could cut me in. I’m happy to go halves.”

She rarely, if ever, saw him lose his temper, so as Angela watched irritation slither through his eyes, her mouth dried with alarm.

And it stayed that way as he tipped her chin high. “It’s your birthday, a day of celebration that my angel is all grown up.”

“I have been for a long time,” she butted in, and he carried on like she hadn’t said a thing. But, internally, she was swooning atmy angelclaim.

“So, that means we’ll forget what you just said. If you need to hear it in plain terms, you don’t pay for a fucking thing here, Angela. And you don’t need a job while you’re focused on your studies. Not another word, or I’ll show you the definition of a punishment flogging, today of all days,” he warned, pressing a thumb to her lips before she could run off at the mouth.

He stalked off to shower. Leaving her with a smile on her face and a begging kitty clawing up her legs.

TWENTY-SEVEN

“I’m a lesbian, not blind. That biker is crazy hot.” - Robinne

“He talks funny,” Robinne remarked, holding a glass of white wine with her gaze across the bar. Angela nearly gave herself whiplash, harpooning her friend with a stare.

“He does not! I love his voice,”

“He sounds like a cold robot.”

Boy, he did. And she loved every syllable that dripped out of his sexy mouth.

Robinne had come by the bar an hour ago with a birthday gift, and it so happened that Lawless was still around, drinking coffee and talking with Judge. He’d been making the poor guy run all over the place as penance. It wasn’t Judge’s fault she’d been more brilliant and outwitted them both. But far be it for Angela to butt into boys and their little mind games. It was pretty funny to watch Judge squirm, wondering what Lawless would do to him.

“He’s gorgeous, Ang, no question about that. He looks like he can throw down, but damn, don’t you find him scary?”

The question made her laugh. “Not even a bit.”

“He resembles a demon who bites.”

Those teeth had been all over her body. She shivered thinking about what they’d done this morning, and then her heart softened with the reminder of how gentle he’d been afterward and then the spoiling.

“He’s my best friend.”

“I don’t see how that can be; you’re so different.”

Robinne wouldn’t see how similar they were in a lot of respects. Angela didn’t talk about her past with anyone. But people realized she was close to the local MC. They knew the Prez was like a stand-in dad to her. They knew she adored the biggest, baddest biker in the country, and he protected her with an edge that didn’t just err on darkness. It stepped clean across the dark line.

“So, he’s not like... nasty to you?”

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