Page 27 of Kiss My Sass

“It’s worse than that, Thor. A black rose is bad,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“What does that mean? It was black, so what?”

“Crows only leave black roses for the dead, Thor. This was a warning. He wants me dead.”

Motherfucker.

“Shhh. You’re okay. I got you, angel. You’re safe,” Thor reassured her, kissing her head and holding her close.

Nica was scared, that much was obvious. But there was something else beneath her fear, and Thor was almost afraid to ask. Was she mourning the loss of Jack? Did she want the man to court her sweetly? Did she want him instead of Thor? Even after everything he’d done.

Fuck. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn’t have any fucking clue how to calm them. He knew better than to think about such things. Nica was his. There was no denying how explosive they were together in bed. Her body sure as fuck knew who it belonged to, and yes, she’d even said so. But why did this have to be so hard?

“Angel, if you wanna take off work tonight, just tell me and I’ll let Derrick know—”

“What? No. I don’t want that. I think working might help me take my mind off this stuff,” she said and nodded her head.

Pride infused him and he grinned at her, so strong and brave. Did she even know it? Could she even see the changes in her already? She wasn’t meek anymore. Not scared or battered. Nica was growing into her confidence, and it was sexy as fuck.

Her soft curls felt nice under his hand, and he tried his best not to get her all mussed. It was super fucking hard, kind of like his cock, which was crazy and thoughtless cause in that moment she needed tenderness, not a rutting animal. He wanted to be the one to give her everything she needed.

“I just need you, Thor. Only you,” she murmured, tilting her head up and kissing him with impossibly soft lips.

Had he spoken aloud? Thor didn’t think so, but he wasn’t worrying about it since Nica was still kissing him, giving him everything he ever wanted and more. He really should stop since he could hear folks pulling up, getting ready for a night on the town. Serious Moonlight was the talk of the town, and every weekend they were jampacked with people, supes and normals alike.

Sheila had introduced these “theme nights” to interest newcomers who might think Serious Moonlight was just a place for brawling bastard MCs, and so far, it was working. Of course, a lot of her themes had to do with scantily clad women showing off their assets and bringing in the crowds, though to be fair, some of the guys got in on it, too.

In fact, he was pretty damn sure he’d seen Weylin saunter off to the bar in nothing but a Speedo and a pair of motorcycle boots. Sheila knew better than to ask Thor to participate. He’d rather die than be caught dead, tending bar in a pair of skintight underwear—wait a second.

“Did you buy this today?” he asked, fingering the strap of the teeny tiny bikini top he was only just noticing.

Nica blushed prettily, easing out of his embrace, and looking down as if she was unsure of herself. Fuck no. Thor was having none of that. He never wanted to break his woman down. Not ever.

“Is it all right?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in that way she had, making him wild with desire.

“All right? Angel, you look good enough to eat,” he growled and leaned down to kiss her again, fast, and hard.

The soft purplish material was barely big enough to cover her ample bosoms, and his Demon Wolf snarled at the idea of anyone other than him seeing her in the tantalizing little outfit. But he wrestled with his beast, reminding him she was already claimed with his bite, his and no one else’s. That helped. A little.

“All right, now that’s enough of that. I can’t be bouncing with a boner all night,” he muttered, adjusting his steel dick in his jeans.

“Ha!”

Nica covered her mouth to hide her laugh, but he liked it too much to let her do that. Thor gently pulled her hand away and kissed her giggling lips again. He just couldn’t help himself.

“Ha, nothing, you little minx. You do this to me all damn day,” he confessed.

“I do?”

“Hell yes, angel. You look good enough to eat. And I will, later,” he promised with a wink. “Now, if you get into trouble behind the bar tonight, just call out and I will be there fast as thunder,” he told her, dropping one more kiss on her lips as they eased inside the roadhouse.

“Of course,” she replied, smiling up at him.

Gods, she was pretty. All soft skin, blue eyes, pink lips, and curly dark hair. And she was his. That was the part that really got him. Nica was really his, and he was hers. He felt the truth of that down to his soul.

Mine. Mine. MINE.

But there was still a sense of foreboding plaguing him. An unease that started in the pit of his stomach. It made him want to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder, and hide her away from the whole damn world. She smiled at him again as they walked back to the bar, and he knew he could never do such a thing.

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