Man of the House(146)

He looked back at the TV and kicked his feet up. “Already did.”

I shook my head and walked back into my bedroom.

Clutch was a dangerous man, for a lot of reasons. I needed to keep my head on straight if I was going to deal with him. I quickly walked into the bathroom and started the water, getting in.

I didn’t know a whole lot about him. We’d been orbiting each other for years, had a few conversations, even opened up to each other once or twice. But really, for all this time and all the talking, I couldn’t say I knew him at all. I couldn’t say what he was thinking or what he wanted from all this. He was a loyal Demons member, one of the best really, but he kept to himself for the most part.

And what was my life going to be like with him around? I didn’t want or need a babysitter. I was tolerating him today because Larkin promised he’d explain everything later. But the idea of Clutch following me around day and night for the foreseeable future did not bode well.

Especially considering I couldn’t stop thinking about that cocky grin sitting just out in my living room. I was soaking wet, he was right. A single word and I was dripping for him, which only surprised the hell out of me. My body had never reacted to a man like that before, and suddenly he was able to set me off with just a look and a word.

It was bad, and I had no clue how much worse it was likely to get.

I finished showering, tossing a towel around myself. I stepped out and crossed the hallway, heading into my bedroom. I dropped the towel, pulled on a pair of panties, and started to put my bra on.

Then I heard his boots on the floor and looked over.

“Shit,” he said. He looked surprised for a second as his eyes took in my body. I pressed my bra against my breasts, covering them. He quickly turned away.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said, quickly hooking my bra. My heart was pounding in my ears and excitement coursed through my blood.

“Thought this was the bathroom,” he said.

“Across the hall. You know, the room with the toilet.”

“You left the door open. I didn’t know.” He was looking away, but that devilish smile still played on his lips.

“If you’re going to follow me around, you should get better with directions.”

“Sorry about that, princess,” he said. “Though I can’t say I minded the show.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Not sure I ever could get used to a body like that,” he said. “You look like you’re a new surprise every fucking day.”

I shook my head. “You going to the bathroom or what?”

He just smirked, turned, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

A chill ran down my spine as I finished getting dressed. Clutch had been here for an hour and already he’d sent me spinning into the deepest levels of lust.

I was really going to have to be careful. I wasn’t used to having someone around all the time, especially not someone like Clutch.

He was a dangerous man, and my life wasn’t used to danger.





6





Clutch





I could feel Janine clinging on to me as we rode down the street, wind blowing through her thick blond hair.

I kept thinking about that moment earlier, seeing her half dressed there, hands holding up her bra, pressing her breasts together like that. My cock was ready to burst from my fucking pants. I hadn’t meant to walk in on her like that, but I was fucking glad as hell that it had happened.

And what drove me even wilder was the fact that she didn’t seem to mind all that much. Sure, she was annoyed, but she didn’t flip out. She just finished getting dressed and looked at me with that icy stare that both sent shivers down my spine and made my dick fucking hard.

I didn’t know what the fuck Larkin was thinking putting me in charge of his sexy-as-hell daughter, but what the fuck, I wasn’t going to complain. As far as I was concerned, this was the easiest job I’d been given in a long time. Sure, it was dangerous, and I’d want to tear her fucking clothes off every second I was around her, but still, might as well try to fucking enjoy the whole thing.

She held tight as we took a turn. The diner she worked at, the All Night Moonlight, or Moonlight for short, was just ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and we got off the bike.

“So, what are you going to do for the next six hours?” she asked me.

“Sit in a booth and stare at your pretty ass,” I said.

“Seriously? You’re just going to stay here?”

He shrugged. “I’m supposed to watch over you. Can’t do that if I’m not here.”

She shook her head, sighing. “You’re going to be bored, and my manager is going to be annoyed that some big biker is taking up a booth.”