Page 65 of Honey, Honey
Quick as a viper, Law leaned in to Christian, the move so fluid and sudden it startled Christian into shutting the fuck up. For a second I thought Law was going to deck him, but he didn’t move his arms, just kept right on holding me while he moved close enough to whisper in Christian’s ear. The low rumble of Law’s voice was too muffled, his head turned, lips almost brushing Christian’s ear. The scene might have even passed as tender to anyone that didn’t know better.
Law stepped away from Christian and set off at an amble again, footsteps steady and sure as he turned to the left and went down the hallway to my suite without even a second look behind him. I, of course, looked twice, fuck, I lookedthreetimes just to be sure I saw what I thought I saw. Which was a speechless Christian, mouth open and eyes wide with shock. There was fear there too, the unfamiliar look of it in his eyes was nice. He deserved to know what it was like to be on the other side of things for once. The woman he had come with was staring after us as well, a lost look in her eyes, arms folded around her body. She was leaning against the wall behind her, all the strength in her gone, and I felt a pang of sadness go through me at the broken look to her.
She looked like a discarded doll. Left by its owner and unsure of what to do next.
I’d been like that once too with Christian. I hoped she left him.
I looked at Christian who still hadn’t moved, but whose eyes were on us as we slowly drifted away. When our eyes met, I didn’t flinch away. I stared back at him until he looked away first.
* * *
“What did you say?”I asked once we were in my suite.
“Nothing important,” Law replied. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking around the suite with an amused expression on his face. He moved to the side and considered the fireplace I hadn’t been able to make use of. “I’ll start us a fire.”
“What do you mean nothing important? You left him staring after us like--like,” I threw out my hands, “like he was terrified. That can’t be from something not important.”
He crossed the room to the fireplace and considered it for a moment before reaching out and taking the tinderbox in hand. “It’s not important because that prick isn’t important. We are not speaking of him again tonight.”
I bit my lip and then nodded, because the last thing I wanted to do was bring up Christian. “Fine,” I conceded, “but later?”
Law glanced at me over his shoulder. He was crouched in front of the fire, his hands busy with the tinderbox, “Later, we can if you still want to.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Of course, princess.”
The familiar glow of pleasure I got when he called me that bloomed into being and I shifted nervously from foot to foot. “I like it when you call me that,” I said, stating the obvious.
“I know. Now get in bed.”
I rolled my eyes at him because he was back to domineering, but I did want to get in bed so I did what I was told. “Don’t take too long.”
Law hummed, but he didn’t say anything as he worked at the fire. I settled back against the plush pillows and comforter of the bed, pulling the blankets high, up to my chin, and enjoyed the sight of Law doing something domestic. It was doing wonders for my libido, and I knew if I saw the damn man wash a single dish I was going to want to rip his clothes off. When he stood and turned towards me, I was turned on. He stalked across the room towards me, hands already undoing the buttons of his shirt. He tossed it over the back of the velvet settee in the center of the room and then continued towards me.
“I normally stay in this room,” he told me, taking off his shoes when he was at the foot of the bed.
“Oh?”
“Yes, Connie told me there was a VIP in it this weekend though. I see she was right.”
I giggled. “She was up to something from the beginning. She knew you’d end up here.”
“Whether she did or she didn’t isn’t important really, but I am glad that you have this suite. It’s comfortable.”
“There’s cake already in the fridge too,” I said pointing at the door that led to the kitchen. “I forgot earlier when you said I couldn’t have sweets.”
“I said notjustsweets,” he reminded me and braced a hand on the bed as he looked me over. “Now, do you remember the three things I told you I would do once I had you back here?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What were they?”
“You said,” I licked my lips and paused before I told him, “you said, you would fuck me, feed me and put me to bed.”
“You’re already in bed, so this order isn’t quite what I wanted, but it’ll do. There are two more on that list now to be done, princess. I think you know what’s on my mind, but what doyouwant?”
That was too easy to answer.
