ZERO(The Skulls, 6)(42)

Patience was a virtue. One he’d learned to embrace.





Chapter Eight



The following Friday, Alan still hadn’t made his move. Prue was much recovered, and her wound was nothing more than a scar, a vicious memory she would take with her when it was all over. The painkillers she’d been taking were no longer necessary. Glancing out of the window of his bedroom Zero saw night had fallen. After dinner he listened to the women put the kids to bed, getting them out of the way so the alcohol could be fast flowing. The sweet-butts were allowed to mingle with the single men, keeping their clothes on until they were alone in a bedroom. Tiny kept to the rules during lockdown. No one was allowed to break them either. Zero had no reason to break the rules. Prue was already in his bed.

He watched the door to the bathroom open, and Prue stood before him in a plain black dress that showed off her large cleavage and clung to her curves. She looked fucking stunning. His cock swelled at the sight of her.

She’d twisted her red hair up on top of her head, exposing the length of her neck. The desire to run kisses all over her neck was strong. He resisted and watched as she bent forward to put on a pair of heels.

Fucking hell, he was not going to survive the night. In the past Zero had watched her dress up to go on dates. She’d been a tomboy, and wearing a denim skirt down to her ankles had been the closest she got to feminine. The woman before him didn’t have a single inch of tomboy about her. She was temptation, sex, and lust all rolled into one.

“Do you want to close your mouth? It looks like you’re drooling, and it’s not such a good look for you.” She chuckled, smoothing her palms over her legs. “How do I look?”

“We’re not going out. It’s only the club members here,” he said, hoping none of the men would try to hit on her. There was only so much he could handle, and pushing away all of his friends because they wanted her didn’t feel like much fun. He had better ways of spending his night. One of them was with his hand wrapped around his cock rather than watching Prue in that dress.

“I want to dress up and be pretty for once. Stop ruining my buzz, or I swear I will kick you in the balls so you can never father children.” She raised a brow at him.

Laughing, he walked right up to her. Cupping her cheek, he stared into her beautiful green eyes knowing he was lost. She truly was a beauty.

“There is a lot more I can think of that you can do to my balls.”

Her cheeks grew red. She didn’t drop her gaze. This is what he loved about her. Prue never backed down from a fight.

“I’m sure you can.” She pressed a hand to his chest. “Just like I can think of a few things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Prue went on her toes, kissing his lips. “Tonight is about fun. Alan has not popped out of the woodwork. We’ve got a small window of having fun.”

Alan’s name sucked all the arousal out of his body. Whizz couldn’t find anything yet. The trail ended about five years ago, which sucked. At the moment, Zero didn’t care. With the threat of Alan, he still had Prue in his bed. Once the other man was gone, he’d have to fight to keep her with him in Fort Wills. No one knew what Alan looked like seeing as Zero fucked his face up ten years ago. The sketch provided didn’t help either. The hospital room had been dark, and Prue could only remember so much with all the stress and pain.

“Come on.” He took her hand leading her downstairs. Music was playing from the stereo in the corner. Steven was playing barman while the others were sitting around talking, smoking, drinking, or playing cards. “Are you up for a game of pool?” he asked.

“Not yet. We played not long ago.” She wrinkled her nose going straight for the bar. Zero couldn’t take his gaze off her.

Prue’s body looked so inviting.

Sitting at the bar, he listened to her order a beer. Steven handed him a beer, which he thanked the man for.

“How are you finding club life?” Steven asked, staring at Prue’s tits.

Taking a large gulp of his beer, he wondered what he was supposed to do with the man looking at his woman’s tits.

Not your woman. She won’t let you claim her.

“It’s a little boring. I bet when the lockdown is lifted and Alan is gone, it will be fun.” Prue tilted the bottle to her lips.

He watched her throat swallow the liquid. There shouldn’t be anything erotic in the sight. His cock was saying otherwise. Her lips would look so fucking beautiful wrapped around his dick. Zero would love to see her throat swallow his cum.

“Give me a whiskey,” he said, trying to get rid of Steven.

Seconds later a glass of whiskey was placed in front of him.