Not her business, still I felt I owed her some honesty. “Yeah.”
“You’re not going to mess around on her?”
“No.” Never. I didn’t want anyone else, never would.
She backed up. “Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.” Then she gave me a little wave, turned, and walked away.
I headed back to the table. A few minutes later, fresh beers were was put in front of Van and me. The waitress smiled at my brother and tried to climb on his lap. He grinned at her, but shook his head, politely declining. I knew he did it because Lulu was there. I smirked at Van, enjoying his scowl, and took a deep pull of my beer. It’d been a while since we hung with Raul. This felt good, more than good, sitting here with Lulu, with my family.
Lulu took my hand under the table, twining our fingers together. My chest tightened, like it always did when she did sweet stuff like that. She was starting to open up more. I finally felt like she was letting me in.
I pulled her into my side. Sometimes it felt like I couldn’t get her close enough. I craved her constantly. She was like a fucking drug, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Now more than ever, we needed this closeness. After what she’d been through, we both needed it. It’d taken all my control to lock it down when she’d frozen up on me last night.
Pierce would pay for what he’d done. I’d make sure of it. Like fuck would he win.
We’d get through this, together. I was getting my Lulu back, little by little. And I wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t back off, not until I had all of her again.
Whatever it took.
Lulu
Hunter had filled me in on what Raul had on Pierce on the way home from the club. Pierce was taking a huge risk staying in New York, and it solidified my belief that he’d completely lost his mind.
It had been good to see Raul again after all these years. I liked him a lot, and you couldn’t miss the affection he had for Hunter. I loved seeing it, seeing them together, the way they interacted.
Hunter unlocked the door. We walked in to find Ruby and Neco, who had been babysitting josh, arguing.
Ruby snatched up her bag as soon as she saw us. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said to me, and then her eyes went to Hunter. “Next time, send a different bodyguard. This one’s an asshole.” Then she stormed out.
Neco stared after her, jaw ticking.
Okaaaay.
“I’m going to check on Josh,” I said to Hunter and left him to fill in Neco on what we’d found out tonight.
I climbed into bed a short time later. The guys were still talking in the living room. I tried to wait up, but I was wiped.
I’m not sure how long I slept, but I woke to gentle hands and rough skin smoothing over my hip.
Hunter’s scent surrounded me, the soap he always used. His body was plastered to my back, skin still damp from the shower. Some women would probably think I was weird, but I was a little disappointed. I liked the smell of clean sweat on his skin. Don’t get me wrong, I liked this as well. A lot. So much so, I instantly started to heat up.
“Hey,” I whispered into the darkness.
“Hey, baby.”
I shivered at the rough, needy way he said it. Those words, said like that, told me just how much he wanted me. That and the impressive erection digging into my ass. I rolled to face him, the deep ache between my legs already intense from just his hand on my hip, his ragged voice.
“You fill Neco in?”
The room was dark, but moonlight filtered through the window. I could see his eyes glittering. He shook his head.
“Don’t wanna talk about that.”
“No?”
“No.”
His hand went to my ass and he squeezed and massaged, making me gasp.
“You wanna go back to sleep?” he asked.
“No.” God, no.
He tugged on the elastic at the top of my panties. “Off.”
I shimmied them down my thighs, kicking them aside, and his hand drifted back over my hip and down between my legs. My knees instantly fell open, my body seeking more before my mind even realized what I was doing. He made a rough sound of approval, and then curled his middle finger, sliding it up and back along my slit before going deeper through my already slick lips.
I started panting, sliding my hand up his bicep. “But what could we do to occupy ourselves?”
He pushed a finger inside me, pumped it in and out slowly. I moaned helplessly.
“I got a few ideas,” he rasped then pushed in a second finger, stretching me wider. “How about I tell you what I want?”
“T-that’d be good.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and dirty. I shivered again, tingles lifting goose bumps on my overheated skin.
“After I make you come with my fingers, you’re going to suck my cock.”