“What if I want you?” Damn, she could have slapped a hand over her mouth for saying that. The smirk that moved across his face couldn’t be called anything but deadly, but it was of the erotic variety, and it had a tingle moving through her pussy. She might have just had an orgasm, but it felt like she hadn’t even scratched the surface.
He had his chest pressed to hers instantly, his mouth by her ear, and his hand wrapped loosely around the nape of her neck. “You call me, baby.” His warm breath moved along the shell of her ear. “You call, and I am here in ten minutes.” He pulled back slightly, not enough that she could see his face. With his cheek pressed to her, the feel of his trimmed beard scraped her sensitive skin, but she loved it, because it reminded her that she was actually here with him. “I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I didn’t want you to call me all the time. Just hearing your voice makes me hard, but it also makes my heart beat fast.” He grabbed her hand and put it right over his chest. “Say something,” he whispered.
For a second she just breathed, but then licked her lips and said, “I don’t want you to go.” And then she actually felt his heart start to beat faster, and felt his still erect dick against her belly.
“I know, but I’m only a phone call away. I have some club stuff to deal with, but I will be back tomorrow. I’ll call you in the morning and check in on you, but if you need me in the meantime call me.” He took a step back to her disappointment.
“Okay.” They stared at each other for a moment, and then he smiled, a genuine one that had her growing pliant.
“I’ll see you later, baby.” He turned and left, shutting the door behind him and leaving Adrianna with her pants and panties pooled around one leg, and her lust renewed once more. Malice was bad news, but only in the best kind of way.
Chapter Fourteen
Malice helped Tuck and Rock load the last of the supplies that would be taken to the whorehouse that they had past Steel Corner. Pierce came out with the last load of dry goods to be taken over a few moments after they stepped away from the van. The cabin they had in River Run was strictly to get the girls back on their feet, but they still had other women—their own women who hadn’t been some of the prostitutes who had gotten beaten—and that still wanted to earn. Malice closed the back of the van and looked up into the sky. It was dusk, and he had told Adrianna he’d be back later tonight. He hadn’t called and checked in on her because it had only been a few hours, and he certainly didn’t want to seem like some kind of stalker motherfucker.
“You getting Dakota tonight, right?” Tuck asked and leaned against the side of the van. He reached inside his cut and grabbed a joint.
The music from the clubhouse blasted out of the open window, and he could hear the laughter of some of the club pussy filter out. “Nah, tomorrow night.” He was glad he had been open with Adrianna right way. It was better this way seeing as Molly came to the cabin once a week to check on everyone. He didn’t want Adrianna getting surprised when the women and Molly started talking. Dakota normally was brought up in those conversations, and pictures passed around. His son was the main reason he lived, and these feelings he had for Adrianna made him want to share that very important part of himself with her.
“It’s been a few months now, but your boy is holding up okay?” Tuck asked and then took a drag out of his joint. “He seems happy the few times Molly’s brought him to the club.” Tuck exhaled.
“Yeah, he’s doing really well. Molly’s going to be enrolling him in preschool come the fall.”
“He’s turning four already?” Tuck asked surprised.
“Yeah, crazy shit, huh?”
Tuck, Pierce, and Rock grunted.
“His birthday is coming up right before enrollment, so he is all excited about that.”
“Damn, just starting out in the world.” Rock had a joint between his lips and shook his head. “I swear I remember my first day of preschool.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Tuck said and started laughing around his joint.
“Hey, don’t laugh. I can remember my preschool years.” Rock looked up at the sky. “Best fuckin’ time of my life.” He looked at them again. “Back then they had naps and snack and shit.”
Malice started laughing, too. It felt good to have humor and not have this stick in his ass all the time. And the truth was he had been a grumpy asshole over the whole Molly situation.
“How are things with you two?” Tuck asked, because he was always so damn inquisitive.