Page 14 of Deathless
He said it with a reverent dip of his head, which sent heat pooling through me. I couldn’t help but mouth,good boyat him.The look he sent back to me was just as heated, just as promising.
Forcing my attention back to my main responsibility, my club, I said, “Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?” When no one spoke, I said, “Oh, most of you have met Malik already. Don’t fucking haze him, he’s a family friend. And seriously, talk to him if you’re struggling in any way or just need to get something off your chest. Anything you tell him is confidential, even from me. He’s here to support you all, and he’s great at his job.”
“What does confidential mean?” one of the fighters piped up.
“It means he’ll talk to you confidently,” the Hunter said.
I couldn’t hold back the squawk laughter before tearing into him. “I’m going to have your woman put a muzzle on you,Levi!”
“She already does that.” He elbowed Paige, who was sitting right next to him, while wiggling his eyebrows.
As said woman groaned and rolled her eyes, I answered the other fighter’s question without bullshit. “It means Malik will keep anything you’ve told him to himself. And you can trust him to do that.”
The man who asked, and a few other fighters, nodded.
“Anything else?” The room remained respectfully silent. I let a few more seconds pass before clapping my hands once. “Great. Church is now dismissed.”
Devin gave a quick, “See ya,” to Santos, nodded goodnight to Torr and I, then made a big show of trying to look like he wasn’t in any hurry to leave. He slid through the crowd of bodies heading out like a fish through water, agile and sleek. One thing the Ghost was good at? Moving without being detected. I blinked and he was gone.
“How would you say Hudson’s recovery is going?” I asked Santos as the last of my club filtered out of the house and to their various rooms.
“No idea.” He shrugged. “Haven’t exactly been asking for status updates.”
“You haven’t talked to him yourself?” Torr asked him over my head.
Santos shook his head, his face grim. “Nah. Shooting my woman doesn’t exactly put him on speaking terms with me.”
“You’re so sweet to hold a grudge in my honor.” I went up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Even though it was a joke, the praise made him blush, and a smile teased at his lips. Santos just melted like chocolate in the sun whenever I praised or complimented him, and I loved to make him do it.
“What are we still doing downstairs?” The heat of Torr’s breath tickled my ear while he gave a not-so-subtle squeeze to my ass.
I turned to face him, linking my hand in Santos’ on my other side. “Lead the way, cowboy.”
He didn’t hesitate. With a grab of my free hand, he bolted toward the stairs, dragging me and Santos along. The long-legged bastard took the steps three at a time, which was quite a feat for me.
“Hold on, Torr.” I laughed, resisting his pull. “You’re not gonna get laid if I’m injured doing the splits out here.”
“Why not?” he shot back, but paused and waited for us to catch up anyway. “Splitting you in half is exactly what I intend to do.”
“Romantic,” I drawled sarcastically, even though a shiver of anticipation ran up my spine. Sometimes his ego needed to be checked, but he was so damn good at being rough.
“You got him for being romantic.” Torr nodded at Santos as he opened our bedroom door.
I twirled in Santos’ arms as we stepped into the bedroom, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him deeply as we made our way to the bed.
“Anything you’re craving tonight?” I asked my achingly sweet, brutal fighter. He would stay on his knees and worship me all night if I wanted him to, but I always checked in with him. Always made sure his needs were met as well.
“Hmm.” Santos cocked his head, eyes lighting up as he looked at me. Damn, every woman deserved a partner who looked at her like that. Like she was a meal about to be devoured and a goddess to be worshiped all rolled into one.
“No ropes tonight,” he said after some consideration. “I want to soothe you while Torr punishes you.”
I grinned, delighted at that prospect. “Want me to boss you?”
“Yes, please,” he groaned.
“Then get on that bed and make a nice seat for me.”
