Page 33 of Link's Property
I dart in to tell my friend, but she’s already aware. She heard everything.
“Now, I know why you love him,” she whispers. “You don’t have to worry about me. Go have fun with your man.”
“You guys can come in,” I call to them.
As soon as the two giant men enter the small space, Izzy’s eyes flare. She’s having the same reaction to Rogue as I did the first time I met him. He’s somewhat terrifying in all his huge form. Six and a half feet of muscle that’s fully painted in ink. Dark eyes, every line on his face firmed with tension, and when he speaks, it’s more of a grunt.
“Do you um… Cookies?” she asks, swallowing hard as she rushes to the table.
“We’re okay, doll,” Link says. “Need you to tell us what’s going on with this ex of yours.”
Izzy hesitates in her nerves, so I take it upon myself to fill them in on what’s been going on with Dr. Stalker. Giving them the play-by-play of his craziness and how his persistence has been intensifying since I arrived.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Link grunts. “Rogue, would you mind stepping outside for a word?”
The two men exit and Izzy scoots in close.
“That man is a giant, Shay. Did you see him? I think his arm is as big as my thigh. And he looks like he wants to kill me. Did you see the way he was glaring at me when I was talking?”
“That’s just Rogue. He glares at everyone. I promise he won’t hurt you. Underneath all that muscular intimidation is a genuinely nice guy.”
“If you say so.”
She looks to be heavily doubting the fact, gulping down her nerves as the guys walk back in, making her living room suddenly feel small.
“I think based on everything you’ve told us, Izz, it’d be best if you had someone here tonight to make sure your ex doesn’t try to break in. If you’re comfortable with it, Rogue will keep watch.”
“Oh…um…okay.” She turns her nervous eyes on him. “You can sleep in my bed.” She shakes her head as her eyes grow even rounder. “I mean… um… Not with me, but you can sleep in it alone. I mean, I’ll sleep on the couch because I don’t think you’ll fit. Not that you’re overweight or anything. But you’re like a giant. I mean tall. You’re really tall. But not like abnormally tall. But like… I’m just going to stop talking now.”
Her mouth snaps shut, and she looks to me in panic. I have to bite down harder on my tongue to keep myself from giggling. I’ve never seen Izzy this nervous before.
“I’m not taking your bed, doll. The couch is fine.” Rogue softens his voice, obviously picking up on her jitters.
“Okay… um… let me get you sheets and a pillow. And do you need a comforter, or do you get hot? I have a flannel blanket, or a thinner quilt? Let me go bring the options and you can decide.”
She darts off down the hall to her bedroom and I turn toward Link, wondering if I should really be leaving her.
“You want to go grab your things, babe, and we can head out? I need to be alone with you.”
I need that too, but my friend is the shade of a beet right now.
“Do you think it’s okay for me to leave her?” I look toward Rogue. He’s got a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look anything but pissed. But he looks…. amused.
“She’ll be fine,” he grunts. “Promise I won’t let the bastard near her. If her ex comes by, I’ll be sure to call you.”
“We’ll grab a hotel room in the area, baby.” Link moves in, wrapping his arms around me. “In the morning, we’ll swing by and check in before the three of us head back home.” The look in his eyes is definitely one I’ve seen before. It sends the heat shuddering through my veins. Yeah, I’m good with that.
“Okay, let me go pack.”
18
Link
The moment we get inside the room, I’m on her. It’s been too fucking long. I slam her up against the door and kiss the hell out of her. Tasting my sweet girl until she’s whimpering in my arms.
“Need these clothes off, babe.” I pull back and tug at her shirt. She swiftly takes it off, and my tongue drops to the floor. That round flesh is spilling over her red lace bra. My little trouble loves to taunt my dick until I start making a mess inside my pants. Her choice in lingerie gets me every time. “Take the pants off too.”
Her fingers hook inside her waistband, and she slowly slides the leggings down at a painstaking pace. I grip my cock through my jeans, trying to ease the ache that’s penetrating up my shaft. When her pants drop to the floor, my knees drop to the ground before her. She’s not wearing any underwear. Her pretty pink slit is bare, on display for my attention.
