Page 18 of Link's Property
“You know what I think. I think you should start going to frat parties,” I tease. “See if the doc doesn’t change his stance on you having that ‘college experience.’” Izzy is not the type to get wrapped up with a frat boy, or party, but that will light a fire under the doctor’s ass.
“I think I just might do that. I’ll tell him I’m going to a frat party with my friends and then I’ll ignore his calls all night. Let him see how it feels to be left hanging for hours.”
That’s my girl.
“I bet you he’ll be telling you to pack your bags the next day.” I’d be shocked if he didn’t. Izzy is a catch, and the fear of losing her should motivate him.
“I miss you, Shay. When will I get to see you?”
“You just tell me when you have a night off from school and work, and I’ll be there.”
“That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell him I’m going to a frat party then I’ll come and hang out with you for the night.” I’d love that. Then she can finally meet the guys and see for herself that they’re not as scary as they look. Well, maybe a little. But not to the ones they care about.
“Sounds like a plan,” I tell her.
“Okay, I’ve got to get to bed but keep me posted on Officer Dangerous.”
I smile at her new nickname for him. Before it was Officer Bossy Pants, and now he’s been upgraded. Link is definitely dangerous. Not just to my body. But I’m pretty sure he could break my heart if I’m not careful.
8
Link
Fuck me, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I’ve got a migraine of confusion pressing behind my eyes. Guilt, compiled with need, topped off with a pained cock that doesn’t want to pay an ounce of respect to the girl. My morals have shriveled up inside my balls causing them to turn angry. All night I was dreaming of the girl. Woke up in a damn sweat nearly breaking out in hives as the image of that pretty girl on her knees with my cock shoved down her throat appeared in my mind.
“Need to talk to you,” King states, taking a seat across from me at the table.
I don’t like the sound of his voice. All I want to do is nurse this coffee in quiet, but that’s not going to happen.
“What about?”
“I just got word from Axle and Ice. They said there’s shit brewing out east and they need our help. I’m gonna need to headout there for a few weeks and wanted to see if you’d be my right on this one?”
His request couldn’t have come at a better time. The distance is what I need. A break from my obsession. Shay and I both could use some time apart so we can forget what happened last night. And I need to figure out how to get myself back under control. Get my morals back in line.
“Yeah, I’m with you.” I nod.
“Good.” He looks down the hall toward his daughter’s room. “Rip and Raid will be staying behind with my girl. I’m gonna put Hawk and Cage in charge of the prospects. We’ll take Bones and Rogue with us and whoever else wants to ride. Not sure how many men we’ll need yet, but I’m also not going to leave this place vulnerable.”
“And Dagger?” I don’t want him left unattended with my girl. He made it clear on where he stands last night. If given a chance with her, he’ll take it. And without me keeping an eye on things, I don’t trust the situation.
“I’m leaving him behind. He’s got shit going down with his stepsister that needs his attention. The girl might be moving in by the way.”
Which means I’ll be asking Hawk to keep an eye on Shayna while I’m away. That man’s got eyes on the back of his head. He sees and hears everything, and he’ll make sure no one touches my girl. Shit. I shouldn’t be calling her that. She’s not mine and isn’t going to be.
“So, when do we roll out?” The sooner the better if you ask me. I’ve got to get this shit out of my system.
“Not sure. I’m still waiting on Axle for marching orders.” He looks at his phone, which is starting to buzz. “Shit. I need to take this.”
He’s out of his seat and exiting the room, and I take a sip of my coffee in hopes it will calm the tension. I’ve never beenso uptight in my life. Even when I was a cop, dealing with drug dealers and street gangs, I didn’t feel like this. Apparently, anger is the side effect to my real problem.
“Morning, Officer.” The sultry voice slithers over my dick as I suddenly feel Shayna against my back. Her little fingers slide over my shoulders and wrap around me for a hug. My entire body feels like it’s been zapped with a current as her plush tits push into my back. I grip her hands and remove them from my oversensitive skin. I can’t handle her this close. Her smell, her body. It’s all too fucking much.
“We need to talk, kid.”
As soon as I speak, her lips turn into a scowl and her entire body turns ramrod stiff. She really hates me using that word.
“I’m twenty-three, Lincoln.”
