Page 67 of The Lies We Tell
I smile and place my hand on his cheek. “I feel like we need a plan.”
Saint takes our cups and puts them on the ground before he pulls me onto his lap. The bench wobbles, and we both grin. “I feel like I owe you an orgasm.”
“Can we do both?”
He stands and takes me with him. “Definitely. But let’s work on the orgasm first, because I’ve just about recovered from the way you sucked my cock down your throat.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around him. “That’s because your cock tastes so good.”
He kicks the back door closed with his foot and carries me to the bedroom. But instead of throwing me down on the bed like I expected, he stands me on the end of it. His hands are gentle on my waist.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks.
“About the orgasm or the fact your cock tastes good?”
Saint smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
I run my fingers down his cheek.
“Neither. It’s dangerous. More so now that you know. You weren’t even mine, and it meant something when I found you in that parking lot. If I were to lose you again after everything you’ve come to mean to me, I don’t know how I’d deal with it, Rose.”
I love that he uses my real name.
Everything we are going through is becoming more real. Truer.
It’s impossible for it not to.
“I’m putting extra pressure on you by staying, aren’t I?”
Saint holds my gaze, but I know the answer is yes.
“By staying, I make it so you now have to worry about me as well as you. It’ll split your attention, and that’s deadly given what you do.”
He cups my cheeks and kisses me like I’m already gone. “I want you with me, but you’re going to have to agree to obey everything I tell you from here on out. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. And you’re sure as fuck going to get comfortable holding a gun, because you need to be able to stand your ground.”
I think about what he’s saying. And he’s right. “I’ll do all that.”
“And if I send a text, or call, or say in front of you the wordJudas, you need to get the fuck out. I’ll give you my real address in Maine. You just go.”
“We can work out the details later. But I promise, Ryker. I’ll do whatever you say.”
And I mean every word.
Because if that’s the only way the two of us get through this, I’d be stupid not to.
25
SAINT
“Ifound something based on the plates.” Vex tips his head in the direction of the old pantry he operates out of. “Why’s it so personal?”
“The woman Spark and I saved that night. She’s on my mind. She told me the plan was for her to be delivered to some guy to be his wife. That’s some fucked-up shit. If they’re local, they could come for any of our girls: the girls who work at the strip club, the old ladies.”
I think of Briar. She was worried about me heading out tonight. To help her relax, I left her in our hallway, with blush on her cheeks and bite marks on her shoulder after banging her up against the wall.
I didn’t want to go. She didn’t want me to leave.
And I feel it as much in my chest as I do in my cock.
