“Baby, you didn’t do anything but give me permission to do what I’ve been aching to do since I walked into Nina’s kitchen.”
I let his words sink in trying to figure out if he is telling the truth. No one has ever wanted me. Marcus wanted his dead wife. My high school boyfriend broke up with me to date a cheerleader. It’s just hard to believe that a man like Bowie really wants me. Instead of wondering, I decide to ask. “Why?”
His brow lifts. “Why what?”
“Why do you want me? What about me do you want?”
He studies me for a second before responding. “Lock used to tell me stories about you. When you snuck out to see Green Day and got grounded. The time that you tried to make an apple pie and caught the oven on fire,—just shit about his baby sister that made him laugh.”
He raises his hand to my face. “Every day he would tell me a new story, and every day I grew to like you more. Then, he showed me your picture and I knew that I wanted you right then. I had to have the funny girl that looked smoking hot in a bikini. I swore to myself when I got out the desert, I was gonna meet you.”
His eyes go hard, before he continues on. “Then, he told me you got married. Just like that, my dream was shot to hell.”
His words cause me to lean in closer, nearly lying on top of him. “Bowie...”
He cuts me off. “Then, I walk into Nina’s kitchen and I see my dream again. Shit, baby. The reality is so much fuckin’ better than I imagined it would be.”
I watch as he goes to his side and up on an elbow, looking down at me. With his face just inches from mine, he continues. “If I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you, I would.”
I don’t tell him how closely his words mirror my earlier thoughts. Instead, I try to make him smile again. I need that smile back. “If you did, we would both die of starvation.”
“But what a way to go.” He mumbles as his lips lower to mine and gently strokes his tongue against mine.
The kiss goes from gentle to heated quickly. Just as he moves his hand up my side, stopping just under my breast, a door opens in the other room. In the blink of an eye, Bowie is over me and standing beside the bed. His gun is in his hand, a gun that I knew he wore but didn’t realize he kept with him while he slept.
“Bowie, brother, you here.” A voice I have never heard before shouts from the front of the trailer.
I watch as his body relaxes. “Yeah, Shooter. Give us a second.”
He walks to the other side of the room and grabs his jeans. “Fuck.” He mumbles out as he tries to pull the still damp denim on.
I watch him struggle and a laugh bubbles up inside of me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t hold it in. As the sound leaves my mouth, his eyes cut to me. They’re narrowed, but there is a hint of playfulness in them.
“So, you think this is funny.” He asks as he finishes tugging up his jeans.
I nod and tell him something he already knows. “Your pants are wet.”
He moves toward the bed and climbs on. Crawling towards me, he looks like a predator coming in for the kill. Before I realize it, his body is on top of mine. His jeans are not just damp; they are soaking wet. He moves a leg between mine, causing chill bumps to form on my inner thighs.
“When I get done with Shooter, I’m gonna get you wet; but I promise you won’t be laughing.” He whispers then places another hot kiss on my lips. The kiss ends as quickly as it begins.
“Get dressed, baby.” With those words, he jumps from the bed and down the hall. A second later, I hear my brother’s booming voice.
“Where the hell is Laura?”
My Woman
Bowie
I narrow my eyes at Lock’s shouted question. “She’s getting dressed. Give her a fuckin’ minute.”
“Do not tell me that you were in bed with my sister?” He says as he looks at my bare chest. “She’s not one of your damn club whores.”
Brother or not, I’m not putting up with this shit. “No, she ain’t. She’s my woman.”
He starts towards me, but Shooter puts a hand to his chest stopping him in his tracks. “Think about what you’re doing, Lock. If Bowie is claiming her, your sister will be safe.”
“My sister is not going to be on the back of some piece of shit’s bike. She’s worth more than that.”
The tension in the room skyrockets as I ask. “What the fuck did you just say?”
He meets my eyes, not backing down a bit. “I love you, brother, but you’re a criminal. I want more for her than that.”
“What about what I want?” A whispered voice says from the hall.
I turn in time to watch Shay walk into the room. She is wearing the same crumpled clothing she wore the night before. Her blonde hair is tousled and dark circles line her blue eyes. Still, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever fuckin’ seen.