I roll my eyes. “You didn’t give them much of a choice. Life or death. If they stayed we’d be at war, like the old days with the Wild Men. No one needs that shit.”
Dex rolls me over onto my back, pinning me to the bed. “Now we just have to deal with Eric. He’s out of the hospital and back at Mom’s old house.”
“He didn’t leave with the Kings?”
“Nope,” Dex says, pressing his soft lips against mine. “I guess they didn’t want him.”
Ouch, that has to hurt. Eric has pretty much lost everything, and he obviously isn’t in a good place. He’s a liability, but at the same time, we can’t just kill him. I don’t know how to handle the Eric situation, to be honest. Why can’t he just move away? It would make our lives much easier. Classic Eric—always a selfish prick.
“So now what? We let him plot our death, like sitting ducks?”
“I don’t know,” Dex says into my neck, his sweet breath sending shivers up my spine. “He clearly needs help, but he’s not going to listen to me.”
“A mental institution?”
Dex chuckles, running his nose along the column of my throat. “No, I don’t know. Something. He’s obviously not right, and in a bad way. We’ve been thinking life or death with him too, but surely there’s a middle ground. Maybe he needs to talk to a professional.”
“About how he kidnapped his sister-in-law for bait so he could kill his own brother?”
“Exactly. I’ll handle it, Faye. Don’t you worry about it.”
“Look at this new, mature Dex. Asking questions first, killing second,” I tease, squeezing his ass. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Demanding.”
“More like needy. You’ve had your mouth on my neck this whole time. Do you know how horny I am right now?”
“Let me see how wet you are,” he growls, running his fingers down my stomach, over my belly button, then to the folds of my pussy. He gently slides a finger inside, then groans, latching onto a nipple with his mouth at the same time. He does this thing where he hooks his finger inside of me, and it feels so fucking good; however, like I said, I’m feeling so needy right now and I want more. I spread my thighs, giving him an open invitation. He chuckles against my nipple, lifting his head, and stares at me for a few seconds. Then he rolls me over onto my stomach, lifts my knees up, and slides into me from behind in one smooth thrust.
“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him.
This is just what I want right now.
Fast and rough.
Passionate.
Dex grips my hips and starts to fuck me.
Hard.
He slaps my ass, bringing a muttered curse from my lips, then uses the same hand to reach between us to play with my clit. I bring my hands up to my nipples, pinching them gently. Everything feels so fucking good. This is my favorite position, and with Dex’s expert fingers on my clit and my fingers on my nipples, it’s only a short time until I have an amazing orgasm.
“Dex,” I say as he suddenly stops, turns my head to the side, and kisses me, sucking on my bottom lip before pulling away.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he says in a thick, gravelly tone. “I will never stop wanting you, Faye, ever.”
He continues to work me, and I bite down on the pillow as I come, my hips almost jerking with the intensity of the orgasm that hits me. Waves of pleasure take over my very soul, transporting me to another place. A very fucking happy place. My knees are shaky, and when I come back to myself, Dex has to put a hand on my stomach to hold me up and keep me in place. He comes shortly after, leaning over me and kissing the back of my neck. Even just the way he holds me, so possessively; yet he cherishes me at the same time. It’s an addictive mix. I fall to the mattress, with Dex on top of me, bracing his weight on his arms so he doesn’t squash me. His cock is against my thigh, and I can feel that it’s still a little hard. The man is a machine.
“Dex?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“I breathe you.”
I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “I breathe you too, babe.”
“Why exactly are you throwing me a party?” Ronan asks, glancing at all the strippers walking past him in Toxic. “Do the women know where all their husbands are right now?”
I wave my hand in the air. “My husband is here and I’m fine.”
“Yeah, because you can keep an eye on him,” he replies, voice laced with amusement. “I’m assuming this means that your talk with Steph didn’t go well?”
“It’s not me, it’s you,” I blurt out, which is the truth. Steph likes me, but apparently isn’t so keen on Ronan anymore. You can’t exactly say that to a man, but what you can do is distract one.
Men like distractions.
“What?”
“What?” I mimic, pointing at one of the women on a pole. “Oh look. Boobs.”
It works; he looks.
Phew.
I leave Ronan to get his ogle on and go sit next to Tracker and Rake. “Hey.”
“You said there’d be candy here,” Rake says, rubbing his hand on his stomach. “I don’t see any fuckin’ candy. Or any food for that matter. You got me here under false pretenses.”
“Rake,” I say, covering my face with my hands. “I said there would be eye candy here. Not actual candy.”
Tracker starts laughing and wraps his arm around me. “Friends that watch strippers together, stay together.”