I wait until I hear her footsteps running up the stairs then turn back to the woman who dared lay a hand on Tag. I step forward, hoping to protect him from any more abuse. “You need to leave.”
She snickers. “Oh, so you’re not gonna hide behind my kid’s back anymore?”
“I’m not hiding at all,” I say, standing toe to toe with her.
“Shay, don’t.” Tag says, trying to pull me back.
“She’s not gonna touch you again,” I shake off his hold, not wanting to look weak in front of her. “I said you need to leave.”
I try to keep the fear from my voice but it’s hard. There is something about this woman that is frightening. My dad always said you could tell a lot about a person by their eyes, and hers are dead. She has the same look Bowie’s father did both times I have seen him, pure evil.
“Who’s gonna make me, you and the two brats?”
“No, I am,” Bowie says, walking through the open door. He stalks towards her, pure fury filling his features. “I already told you once, bitch. I don’t want to see you anywhere near my woman.”
“I just wanted to visit my son. It’s a mother’s right.”
Tag snorts out a bitter laugh. “You haven’t seen me in a year, so why start now? Shit, you’re not my mom; you’re just the woman that pushed me out. Shay has been more of a mom to me in the past few weeks than you’ve ever been.”
Bowie doesn’t let her respond, just grabs her arm in a death grip. She lets out a pain-filled scream and tries to pull away, but he doesn’t let her go. He forces her across the room and through the door. I watch as he tosses her off the porch and she lands in a crumpled heap on the ground.
He crosses his arms and growls out. “I didn’t hurt your ass this time because of your kid. Next time you pull this shit, you won’t be breathing anymore.”
With those words, he walks back in the house and slams the door. He stands in the living room, pulling in deep breaths. I can tell he’s trying to get control, so I stay away. I have a million questions; I want to know why she was really here, but I stay silent almost afraid to open my mouth. The silence is quickly broken, by a loud meow as Butters curls around his foot.
Bowie looks down at her then back at me. “What the fuck is that?”
I don’t answer his question. Instead, I drop my purse on the floor and run to him. He catches me as I launch myself into his arms. My legs circle his hips, while my face finds its way into the crook of his neck. “Thank God you’re home.”
His hands cup my ass as he walks us past Tag. A chin lift is all he gives, before walking down the hall and taking the stairs two at a time. He uses his boot to push open the door to our bedroom. Once inside, he sees Rachel sitting on the bed. Even his own sister doesn’t get a hello. “Go on downstairs, Priss.”
She looks at the way Bowie is holding me and smirks. “You two are disgusting,” With that, she climbs from the bed and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Bowie ignores her exit and walks us straight to the bed. Tossing me on it, I land with a bounce. When I look up, I can see the heat in his eyes. Knowing what he wants, my hands go directly to my shirt and I pull it over my head. I get a nod of approval before he grabs the bottom of his own shirt. Within seconds, all of our clothes are gone and he places a knee to the bed. “Spread for me, Shay.”
I do so without hesitation as my heart starts to race. He kneels between my thighs, running his finger through my wet slit before circling my clit. I gasp at the sensation and he looks down at me with a smile on his lips. The lust in his eyes pulls another gasp from me.
“I swear I’ve been having withdrawals from this sweet little pussy. I need to taste you, baby. Need to devour you,” He says, resting his weight on his elbows as he leans forward, dragging his tongue lightly over my outer lips. He pulls away for a moment and then his hands are on me, spreading my legs wider. Then, his calloused fingers open my pussy to the cool air. I shiver at the exposure, but it’s quickly gone as his tongue dips into my core. The sensation is so exquisite my breath catches, “Mmm, this is what I was missin’ baby,” Bowie growls into my sensitive folds before he sucks my clit into his mouth. Each pull from his mouth has my body arching off the bed. My hips held in place with his strong grip is the only thing keeping me in place.
Finally, he lets my sensitive nub go in favor of licking teasing circles around my swollen flesh. “Bowie, I need you.”
“Tell me what you need, Shay,” His voice rumbles against me, causing me to shudder.