Page 86 of Nest of Thieves
Lifting my eyes to the ceiling, I blow him a kiss. “Next time, you can fuck me while they watch.”
Vette and Mac growl and I laugh, dancing to the side to avoid another smack to the ass. I close my bedroom door and lean against it, a grin tugging at my mouth. My heart flutters and hope blooms in my chest. The bag of heat suppressants sits on the desk, and I stare at it for a minute. I’ll sell them.
I’ve made my decision.
* * *
MAC
I swirl amber liquid in a tumbler, listening to the annoyed sigh Vette releases. I’m hesitant to drink the bourbon. I don’t want to erase the taste of Jo on my tongue. I’ve been savoring her aftertaste for a little over an hour. Slowly, I slide my gaze in his direction. After Jo went to bed, Vette got past a few levels of his game before glaring at me and demanding we all meet in the office. Lark’s hand is clenched in front of his mouth as he contemplates everything.
“Are you sighing for a reason, or are you determined to make me guess what’s made you grumpy this time?”
Vette narrows his eyes. “I’m not grumpy.”
“Uh-huh.” I take a small sip, running my tongue over my lips to find any last traces of Jo’s cum on my lips. There’s nothing there.
That won’t do.
“We need to talk about Damien.”
“Must we?” I ask, rolling my eyes and dramatically dropping my head back. “What does any of this have to do with him?” It’s a dumb question, really, but one I can’t help asking. Damien should have no say in who we fuck or love.
Not that I’m ready to sayI love youto Jo. Am I fatally obsessed? Am I deep in infatuation that I see no way out of, especially after tasting that pretty pussy? Yes. Lark and Vette dance around their emotions, almost pretend not to have any, but they can’t hide from me. I know them.
I know what they want, and she’s sleeping in her room, recovering from the explosive orgasm I gifted her.
Perhaps I can give her another before sunrise.
Lark drops his hand from his mouth. “Damien has everything to do with what we decide to do next. We offered to help her through her heat, but I’m worried we’re not going to get out of that without something...more permanent.”
“A bond, Lark. You can say the word—it’s not cursed.”
He flips me off.
“We’ve never talked about taking a mate,” Vette cuts in. “Are we even sure we’re ready for something like that?”
“You think we can’t handle her?” I lift an eyebrow. “I think we showed Jo just how competent we are tonight.”
“You know what I mean.” He blinks and waits for me to admit the truth.
“Fine. Perhaps we haven’t discussed it, but what makes you think we aren’t ready? What would you suggest we do to prepare?” I spit out the last word, hating the way it tastes.
There’s no romance in preparing for love. Maybe I’ve read one too many books, but what my body is telling me, that trembling urge to race up the stairs and sink my cock inside of her and fuck her until she begs to stay until she dies, that’s what I want. It’s addicting. All-consuming. Possibly a little fucked-up, but I’m used to that.
Vette pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to prepare.”
“Do you have any idea what you want?” I snap, slamming my tumbler down onto the desk.
He straightens in his seat. “Cálmate, Mac.”
“I want her,” Lark says.
“Finally, someone with sense.” I shake my head. “Are you really going to pretend like you’re so confused, Vette?”
“I’m cautious,” he corrects. “We mate with her, and she’s forever associated with us and our crimes. We have to think about how it’ll impact her.”
“She’s a criminal too.” I pick up my bourbon and sit back in my seat. “She’s also a woman. She’s not a child. If she were scared, she would have run by now. Besides, the easiest thing to do is ask her if she wants to be our mate.”
