Fuck.
This is it.
This is where she runs.
I didn’t mean to be so blunt about the fact that I killed that asshole. But I’d honestly rather not lie to her. She knows who I am, who my family is. She should know what I’m willing to do for her.
I watch her eyes widen as she takes in what I’ve just said, as she realizes that I killed a man for her and did it without remorse.
I hold my breath as I wait for her to run from me, for her to scream, cry, call the cops. That’s what any normal person would do when they find out that a man who was basically stalking them killed someone.
Except, once again, my angel surprises the ever-loving fuck out of me by flinging herself against me, she wraps her arms and legs around me like a motherfucking koala so quickly that she nearly sends us both flying backwards. I’m shocked as shit by her reaction, but I manage to get my balance before we both fall to a heap on the floor.
My girl clings to me as a sob wracks her body and I wrap my arms around her with the same grip she uses to hold onto me.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my chest and my heart fucking stutters in my chest.
She didn’t run, she’s not scared, she’s not crying because of me. She’s crying because she’s grateful that he’s gone.
She fucking thanked me.
If she had any chance of breaking my obsession before, she’s just lost it with those two whispered words.
I rest my head in the crook of her neck and breathe in her honey and vanilla scent. I swear she smells better every time I hold her like this. The feeling of her body against mine makes my cock grow hard in my jeans and I know she must feel it. Her sobs die down until she’s just sitting peacefully with me.
I pull back and place a kiss in the spot between her neck and her shoulder and as soon as I press my lips to her skin, she lets out a whimper. I freeze for a moment until I realize that she wasn’t starting to cry again, she was whimpering because I kissed her.
Fuck.
Goddamn it to hell, how the fuck am I supposed to go along with this friendship shit when she’s sat on my hard dick, whimpering in my arms as I kiss her neck?
I don’t want to be her friend. I want to be her everything.
She shifts her hips the tiniest bit, but the friction rubs her pussy against my cock, and I swear to God, I almost lose it and come right there in my briefs.
The movement snaps what little control I was holding onto, and I kiss my way up her neck while sliding my hands down her back.
She shifts her hips again, and this time I know she’s purposely grinding that sweet little pussy against my cock. My hands slide down and grab onto her ass, I pull her even closer to me, controlling her movements as she fucking dry humps me right here on the coffee table.
“Fuck, angel,” I rasp, and she lifts her head to look at me. This girl is fucking gorgeous, but—with her grinding on my lap with that look in her eyes—she’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment.
Her hooded eyes stare up at me, a fire burning inside them as she keeps rocking her hips against me and I swear, this is the single hottest sexual encounter of my life.
I’ve had good sex. I’ve had kinky sex. I’ve had threesomes, foursomes, sex club sex. Not a single one of those times ever felt anything like this moment right here.
Those green eyes stare at me, swimming in lust while her reddened cheeks make me want to see what other parts of her body are also flushed. Those tempting lips are parted and it’s taking everything in me not to slam my lips down on hers and finally get a taste of her, but I can’t do that unless she initiates it. This is so far past our agreement of being friends, and I refuse to push her to do anything she doesn’t want.
Her mouth opens as though she’s about to speak, but at that exact moment my phone decides to ring. I see the moment shatter before my eyes. Her expression shutters and she retreats back into herself as she freezes on my lap. Her body becomes tense, and I see regret in her eyes. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me feel like shit. I should have stopped the second things became heated, but I’m only human.
“You should get that,” she murmurs while avoiding my eyes before scrambling off my lap and leaving the room, where I’m left staring after her retreating form with a hard dick and a pit in my stomach, wondering if I’ve just ruined all the progress we had made.
The ringing stops, only for it to start up again a second later. I dig into my pocket and pull it out with more force than necessary. Seeing Marco’s contact on the screen, I sigh before accepting the call.
“What?” I bark, not in the fucking mood for pleasantries.
“Get your ass to the hospital, Luca just woke up.”
I love my brother.
Really, I do. I’m glad he’s finally woken up from the four-day coma that’s had us all waiting on tenterhooks, worried about him being okay. But did he really have to go and wake up while I was in the middle of the best goddamn moment of my life?
Fucking selfish asshole.
Marco meets me in the waiting room to let me know that he’s just been checked over by the doc and that he’ll take a while to recover, but he’s out of the woods.
“Has Izzy ripped him a new asshole yet?” I say with a smirk.
“Nah, man. She’s finally asleep, I told him not to wake her up. Of course, he then went off on me about how we should have made her go home,” he says with a snort before rolling his eyes.
Luca should know by now that not a single person would be able to tell that woman what to do. She’s a fucking force to be reckoned with and he better count his blessings that she’s still by his side.
Besides, my sister-in-law is scary.
“I’m leaving. Dad’s in the middle of finding every bit of information he can about the Blue Vipers so I’m gonna go give him a hand. He’ll pop in later but maybe don’t stay too long, Luca and Izzy need to talk and sort their shit out,” he says with an eye roll, and I chuckle.
“Thanks for looking into it, man.” I pat his shoulder and he nods before we part ways. I stroll down the corridor and walk into my brother’s room to find him lying in bed with Izzy’s head resting on his arm, his other arm reaching over to play with her hair while she sleeps.
“It’s about fucking time. You know she threatened a doc with a knife because you wouldn’t wake up? She was losing her shit man, and that’s saying something coming from me,” I say while gesturing to his wife before crossing the room and taking a seat next to his bed.
He turns his head to look at me. “Who was the woman and why the fuck was she after her?”
“I had Alec go through security footage and identify her. Seems like she was Alessi’s girlfriend or some shit like that and blamed Izzy for his death.” I choose not to tell him that I’ve been keeping Alec very fucking busy. After he finished looking through the security footage of the café, he then started looking into every single lead I could find on the Blue Vipers.
My brothers best friend is a motherfucking genius with computers, and if I had asked Izzy, they would have found the assholes by now. But unfortunately, my idiot older brother had to go and get himself shot. I can’t exactly be asking her for favors when she’s convinced her husband was on his death bed now, can I?
“Once she wakes up and sees I’m good, I’ll send her back to your place to rest…”
Yeah, not gonna happen bro. I’ve already replaced her with a different house guest.
“…Let her stay with you until she figures out what she wants to do. I don’t know if she’ll go back to Chicago or stay in the city,” he says and he honestly looks in more pain over the thought of his wife leaving him than being shot.
Look at my big brother all grown up, head over heels for a woman. I never thought I’d see the day. Then again, I’m as pussy whipped as he is, and I’m stuck in the friend zone.
I chuckle, knowing damn well that that girl is never leaving him.
“She’s not going anywhere man, that girl loves the fuck outta you.”
Our conversation dies as I sit and think about how I left Robyn at home. I called out to her to let her know that I was coming to the hospital knowing full well she would want space from me anyways, and I didn’t think she’d appreciate me dragging her to the hospital to meet my family.
It’ll happen. Hell, she’s already met the bigger asshole out of my two brothers, and she already knows Izzy, so it won’t be too bad for her when the time comes.
My mind then wanders to the moment we shared before Marco’s call interrupted us. She said she wants us to be friends, and I’ll agree to that for as long as she needs until she can wrap her mind around the idea of us, but friendship is the last thing on my mind when it comes to that girl.
I’ve never seen myself as a relationship guy, but I’d happily vow to be hers for the rest of my goddamn life in front of a priest if she asked right now.
She’s my angel and I’m her demon. We’re a match made in limbo, destined to be eternally trapped between heaven and hell. But I can do that, I can live with that.
I’d do fucking anything for her.
