Jesus, what the fuck happened there.
“Okay, you can stay with me. Should I see what Melissa wants to do? I don’t think she’ll want Hella staying at hers, so maybe she can come to mine. You can watch the both of us or Hella can come too?”
“Yeah, good plan. Go check on her. She looks like she wants to rip Hella a new one.” I chuckle.
She laughs. “Yeah, I think she does.”
She walks off to Melissa and I follow behind to check on Hella. Taking a seat beside him, I rest my elbows on my knees. When the girls have walked away, I turn to him. “What are you doing with her, bro?”
He leans his elbows back on the picnic table. “Fuck knows. She’s a pain in my ass. I’ve never met a girl so fucking stubborn.”
I scoff. “No, you’ve never met a girl who doesn’t bend over when you say go.”
He laughs, running his hand over his mouth. “And you? What’s with Meadow?”
I shake my head. “I want her. No questioning and no games. Unlike you.”
His eyebrows raise around a smirk. “Yeah? That part is obvious. Who knew?”
I laugh. “Who would’ve known? All right, I need to tell Meadow that she’s coming back to Vegas with us, see how that goes.”
“Shit,” he breathes out. “I forgot all about that.” His eyebrows rise.
“Yeah, we’re heading back tomorrow. Russians are out of the way, but we still have our main issue that needs to be taken care of. Zane has a feeling that this could be something to do with them, but we’re still not sure.”
“The Army,” he answers. “We just need to kill them all. Fuck the collateral damage, they’re not worth it.”
Clenching my jaw, I zero my eyes into Meadow. “Yeah, maybe.”
The girls walk back to us. “All right, we’ll stay at mine. You two can sleep on the floor. In the living room,” Meadow adds.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I answer, wrapping her fingers into mine and pulling her back into me. She turns in my grasp, her chest rising and falling against my chest in heavy breaths. She peers into me, glancing down at my lips and I smile, bringing my thumb down, dragging it across her lips slowly. Her breathing hitches. “Don’t do that,” I growl so only she can hear.
Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth she answers, “Do what?”
Running my hand down her long toned back, I pull her into me closer, my cock stirring to life at her proximity. “Look at me, begging me to kiss you with your eyes.”
“Maybe I am,” she whispers. I push a few stray strands away from her forehead, her eyes closing and her head resting on my hand.
“Not yet,” I smirk, pulling away from her face.
A growl escapes her lips and I laugh. “What was that?”
It was cute, like a baby cub growling.
“Come on, let’s go. We can take my car.” Meadow pulls me closer to her, and God if that didn’t make me want to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back to my cave.
“You and Melissa take your car, we’ll follow you on our bikes,” I answer, letting her go. The cold emptiness it brings with her not being close to me has become foreign. The past couple days have been like we’ve known each other for years. She’s low maintenance, relaxed, and doesn’t question everything or want answers right away. She doesn’t want to get inside my head. She’s perfect in all aspects.
She’d be the perfect Old Lady.
Starting my car to life, I reverse out of the parking slot and begin driving out of the high-wired gates of the Sinful Souls compound. Turning to look at Melissa, I ask, “Are you okay?”
Glancing out the window at the passing trees, with the streetlights lighting up the inside of our car she nods her head. “Yeah, just confused.”
I look between her and the road in front of me. “About Hella?”
She exhales. “Yeah. Something happened, but it doesn’t matter right now. And he’s so bossy and controlling and thinks that I should obey his every word. I was a rebellious teen, that’s not changed.”
I laugh, turning into the main street of Westbeach that takes you to my apartment. “Yeah, he seems like that.” I ignore her statement about something happening. I know all too well about prying questions. I of all people know not to push someone to talk about something that they aren’t ready to talk about.
“What about Beast?” she asks with a smirk.
Sighing, I shake my head. “I don’t know. He’s all touchy feely and we have this bond, but he won’t kiss me. So I guess… we’re friends?”
She shakes her head, giggling. “Honey, you are not friends. The way you two look at each other? That could be put on porn and people would jack off to it. It’s that hot.”