Page 36 of Entangled By You
The two lucky fucks lock up the warehouse on their way out, and I get to work doing what I do best: disposing of our problems. One limb at a time.
SOMETIMES BITCH SLAPS ARE WARRANTED
LEXI
“Areyou sure you’re okay with me going. Because I know we’re not actually together, and I’m sure you want to go hang with the guys, and hook up with someone because you’re obviously not getting that from me. But Harlow invited me, and I just didn’t want to say yes, if you were…”
Pierce’s rough hand lands across my mouth, shutting off my rambling.
“Come. I want you there.”
I nod behind his warm fingers, and the urge to lick them hits strong, but I keep the immature move to myself.
“And just for the record, I wasn’t planning on hooking up with anyone tonight. I haven’t since… Well, since you attacked me that morning.”
My eyes bug out at that little tidbit of information he casually drops in my lap. I’m not his keeper. I don’t ask him about what he’s doing or where he’s going when he disappears at night. I just assumed. But this is shocking. However, I can’t deny that my chest lights up with happiness at the revelation.
His full lips quirk into a knowing grin, like he can read everything I’m feeling inside right from my face, and heprobably can. My guard’s been slowly lowering over the last couple of months. It’s too easy to have him here in my space all the time, like it was always meant to be this way.
His hand drops from my lips and falls to the swell of my ever-growing stomach, before he says, “Go get dressed, we can head over together when you’re ready. Can even take the bike.”
“Are you crazy! I’m not getting on the back of that thing six months pregnant. What if you crash?”
“Calm down, Princess. I was just joking. We’ll take your car.”
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and turn to head for my room to try and find something for the club that’ll still fit.
After trying on half my closet, I end up in a pair of boyfriend jeans and one of Pierce’s shirts, which I’ve taken to sleeping in. It’s got the club’s patch on the back, and I quickly wonder if I’m allowed to wear it since we’re not technically together.
But when I step out into the living room and his eyes clock the shirt tied up to reveal a little of my belly, his eyes grow dark and hungry.
His footsteps are slow and calculated as they eat up the space from the front door to where I stand rooted in place at the hallway’s entry.
“You know what people are going to think if you wear that tonight, right?” His fingers reach forward, pushing a loose curl behind my ear.
“Let them think what they want, then.” I shrug.
That soft touch in my hair moves to the back of my neck in a firm grasp. “Another man touches you tonight, Lex, and we’re going to have problems. Got it?”
“And does that go both ways?”
“Princess, you’re the only woman I want touching me. I’m only going because Si and I have some business to discuss. I’d much rather stay home and work on the nursery with you.”
“I think I’ve tamed you.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea.”
His lips drop to the top of my head, and I inhale his scent that’s already wrapped around my skin from his shirt, but straight from the tap, it’s like a hit of the purest drug.
Shifting uncomfortably beside the car, I run my fingers through the ends of my straight hair—playing with the length has always been a nervous habit. It’s why I keep it so long.
“Are you coming?” Pierce calls from the trunk.
What am I worried about? I’m here because Harlow invited me. It doesn’t matter that we’re showing up together. Our situation isn’t a secret anymore. The whole club knows. But something about that conversation before we left the house felt like we were on the precipice of something more between us.
The stirring unease in my gut makes me wonder if, when I wake up in the morning, the world might look a little different.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Pregnant ladies take a little longer to get around.”
