Page 96 of Property of Stone
But tonight wasn’t most times.
“No, not that. That rush of fluid.”
Well, damn.One side of his mouth pulled up. “Yeah, woman, I made you squirt.”
She turned her own head to give him wide blue eyes. “Really? I thought that was a myth.”
“Ain’t no myth. Most men don’t know how to make a woman do it.” Obviously, Vic the Dick never got the job done. But the fuck if he was asking her if that was true and unintentionally inviting that fucker to join them in this bed.
“And you do?”
He tried not to grin like a cocky asshole. It was a struggle. “Just proved it, didn’t I?”
She stretched with a groan. “I think I might need to see if it happens again. It could’ve been a fluke.”
She might be fucking with him, but what she said sounded damn good to his ears. Not theflukepart but theagainpart.
They could disprove that myth as much as she wanted. Even again tonight.
“Takin’ that as you invitin’ me to stay? Or are you banishin’ me back to the couch?”
When she stared at him, he could see the wheels turning. She wanted him—what just happened proved that—but he could also see her worried about getting too deeply involved in what he represented.
She didn’t want to be tied to a motorcycle club, whether for business or personal reasons.
He got it. That life wasn’t for everyone.
Only, she might not realize it was too late. Her life was now entwined with his. She was living in his house. Helpingwith his kid. She’ll be running a big chunk of her business from The Castle.
Whether she liked it or not, she was under his protection and that also meant the club’s. And the Kings only protected what belonged to them.
But fuck if he was telling her that. That was a discussion for another day. If they had to have it at all.
It took way too fucking long for her to finally answer, even though it should’ve been a simple yes. “I don’t want the kids seeing us sleeping in the same bed.”
For fuck’s sake.
That didn’t go as planned.
Sunny wouldn’t give a shit they were in the same bed. She was already having a tantrum about Taryn living with them, where he “slept” wasn’t going to change that. At ten going onten-acious, she thought she could be left home alone.
Fuck that.
Stone was not only worried about what trouble Sunny would get into being by herself, but with him being a part of the Kings, other dangers existed. Maybe not direct threats like a rival MC—they hadn’t dealt with anything like that in a while, for good reason—but it only took one pissed off Porsche owner to find out it was the Kings who pinched his overpriced sports car, or someone they roughed up while doing a collection, to come looking for revenge.
Danger always lurked around the next corner.
Snagging one of the Kings’ kids—or even an ol’ lady—would be a quick way to bring the club to its knees. At least temporarily. Because once they could rise again, those motherfuckers would regret it.
Because nobody fucked with the Kings.
Taryn’s worry didn’t center around threats. She was probably worried that if Sunny found out her father was sleepingwith a woman she wasn’t happy with, then his girl’s attitude would only get worse.
She most likely also thought it would be a bad example for Wren.
Truth was, Stone simply living his life—who he was, what he did and how he did it—was more of a bad example than the two of them sharing a damn bed.
He would need to put in more work on assuring her that if the only roadblock to him joining her every night was the kids, that could be easily overcome.
