39. Lissie
Chapter 39
Lissie
“Can a girl enjoy being smothered?”
I wake, absolutely smothered by Milo.
Somehow, one of his legs is tangled through mine, half his body is lying on top of me, and his head is in the crook of my neck.
And none of this bothers me at all.
I’ve been lying here like this for ages, listening to him breathe. I passed out not long after I got out of the shower the second time. As soon as I stepped out, he wrapped me in a towel, picked me up, and placed me in my bed, but not before he removed said towel, putting it on the side of the bed before he climbed in next to me. And this is the position I’ve woken up in. And I’m not mad—at all.
I’m afraid what they all say about me is true and that, somehow, I’m going to fall for this man. And fall super hard .
If I haven’t started to already, that is.
I get rid of those thoughts. Milo is a good time. And that’s it, right?
So why have neither of you said you want to be with each other? I scramble that thought from my head as quickly as it appears.
“There you go again, thinking so loud.”
“I can’t help it.”
He lifts his head, and his hand goes straight between my legs. “I can help with that.”
I smirk at him. “I bet you can.”
“Lissie, so help me God, if I have to listen to you have sex again, I will find a hotel.” A bang comes on the door, and Milo slips in a finger, not even caring as his thumb finds my clit.
“We’ll be out soon,” Milo yells, not taking his eyes off me. “ You will be quiet,” he whispers. I go to open my mouth, but he shakes his head. “Quiet,” he urges, applying pressure. I squirm at his touch and bite my bottom lip to stop myself from making noises, but it’s hard, really hard, when I can feel his body heat all over me, and he is doing dirty, sexy things with his fingers.
“Lissie, come on. I want to go out.” Letti bangs on the door again.
“Hurry up and come on my fingers, Pretty Lady. You’re running out of time,” he whispers. Milo applies more pressure, then his mouth latches on to my nipple, and he sucks.
That’s all it takes. And I’m gone.
Has this man got the fingers of a God?
“See? Good girl.” He removes his fingers from my body, then climbs off the bed, but
I see him put those two fingers into his mouth and suck.
And all I can think is how hot that is.
The day goes by quickly. I show them around the city. Milo keeps his distance and makes no move to touch me.
And it pisses me off.
But I don’t touch him either.
I take them to the zoo. We have lunch, do some shopping, then we have dinner before we arrive back at my apartment.
Both men got stares all day. Even without wearing their leather, they’re both very intimidating, especially Milo. If I didn’t know him, I’m not sure I would even talk to him. Actually, I would probably cross the road so I don’t run into him.
Most of the day, he kept his hands in his pockets. It irritated me, but at the same time, I shouldn’t expect him to touch me in public. It’s a battle of wills, and I think I might be losing.
“We should go out for drinks,” Milo says, looking me dead in the eyes. “We need to talk. Alone .”
“Okay, well, that’s our cue. Goodnight, and thank you so much for a great day. I loved it.” Letti kisses my cheek before she and Mason walk into the guest room.
I turn to look at Milo. “Should I change?”
“You could go out in a brown bag, and I would still tell you you’re the prettiest woman in any room.” I blush and step closer to him. Cody never once spoke to me like that.
“So why did you keep your hands to yourself all day?” I ask, confused by his earlier actions.
“Let’s go get that drink,” he says, avoiding the question.
I head out the door, and as soon as we’re in the hallway, he grabs my hand and slides his fingers between mine. I look down at our joined hands, then smile up at him.
“You don’t like to do it in front of your club members?”
“I couldn’t care less about that.”
“Okay, so… Letti, then?” He raises a brow. “Then why?”
“I don’t do this shit. It’s you who wants it,” he replies. “And, clearly, you want this.” His grip on my hand tightens as we walk.
“You don’t enjoy holding my hand?”
We reach the closest bar, and he pulls open the door for me to enter. His gaze tracks my every move, and as I step past him, he leans down and whispers, “I enjoy touching any piece of you, especially inside your pussy as you come.”
I know my face flushes, but I keep my grip on his hand and move forward. We find a place at the bar with no one next to us. The bartender comes over, and Milo orders me a wine and a scotch for himself.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask.
“Not quite yet. Let’s have a drink before you hate me.”
“Hate you?” I raise a brow. “Did you fuck Letti?” I question, half joking but terrified about his answer at the same time.
His brows pull together, and he stares at me. “Why on earth would I fuck your friend?”
I shake my head, relieved.
“How do you want this to go, Pretty Lady?”
I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” he says, turning his body to me and placing his hand on my thigh. “I want to know, even though I already know my answer.”
“You’re making no sense,” I say, my brow furrowing. “As for us, I like what we are now. How we are.” I smile. “It’s… good.”
“So every six months, I fly out for the weekend and fuck you?” he asks, just as the bartender sets our drinks down. I offer him a smile, hoping he didn’t hear what Milo just said but knowing he more than likely did.
“Savage.” I turn to see three men striding our way. They eye Milo before one of them—the one who spoke, I assume—gives me a slow once-over and smirks. “It’s you in our neck of the woods, isn’t it?” His hand comes down on Milo’s shoulder.
“Remove it,” Milo orders without hesitation.
The man does, pulling his hand away and then lifting both in surrender.
“Are you here for business?” another asks. Turning to me, he stares at my legs and tits. “Or pleasure?” He winks, finally meeting my eyes.
“Keep your fucking eyes to yourself before I cut them out.” I turn from the fool who was staring at me and look at Milo. The Milo sitting before me right now is tense, and I can tell he doesn’t want these people’s company.
“Hey, hey, brother, we’re all friends here,” the first guy says. “And you seem to be forgetting where you are,” he reminds Milo. I never really understood club business.
Milo slides his tongue over his teeth and sucks in air as a devilish smile touches his lips. “And you seem to be forgetting who the fuck I am. Shall I remind you?” Milo taunts.
The man looks at me before moving his attention back to Milo. “We just wanted to say hello. No harm done.” He holds up his hands. “We’ll just leave. Have a good night.” He nods to Milo and smirks at me before they saunter away.
Milo is quiet as they leave, not turning back to face me until they’re gone.
“Who are they?” I ask.
“Assholes” is all he replies. I don’t bother arguing, knowing club stuff is his stuff. I know it’s bad, but is all of it? How can he be so bad when, to me, he is anything but? “Drink. We’ll leave after.”
I notice the change in his posture, so I lean in and put my head on his shoulder.
“How about I show you how much my tongue has missed you on my knees in my room after this?” I offer.
Those heated eyes find mine, and now they aren’t tinged with anger. It’s lust. He lifts a hand, and his thumb strokes my brow before he leans in and kisses the edge of my jaw with feather-light kisses.
“Anything with you,” he says, and we forget about everything. He makes me forget about everything but him.
His touch.
The way his kisses linger all over my skin, marking it for him.
And the way no other man can compete with this man.
He holds the power, and I’m letting it slip by giving it to him.
“Okay, let’s go.” I pull away and stand.
Throwing some cash on the counter for the drinks, he grips my hand, and we waste no time leaving. As soon as we step outside, we head in the direction of my apartment. It’s not far, and I want to spend every minute with him in my bed before he leaves tomorrow.
Just as we turn the corner, something in the air shifts—it hits differently. I’m not sure how to describe it exactly. But everything changes. A loud thunk is all I hear before his hand leaves mine. I turn toward him, confused, to see him doubling over in pain before I notice the three men who just stepped out of the alley behind us.
“Wonder what makes you so special to have the Savage Villains’ Prez with you. Killing you will make us kings. No one will fuck with us,” one says.
Milo isn’t down. He’s just bent over. So I move toward him, but before I can reach him, one of the men pulls me to the side.
It all happens so fast—it’s almost a blur in front of my eyes. I try to push away from the man, but he simply laughs. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling my back to his front. I feel his hardness and excitement for me at the struggle, and it disgusts me.
“Let me go.” It’s almost a scream, but before I can say or do anything else, Milo is standing straight again. He punches the guy to the right of him straight in the gut, making him buckle over. Milo then grips the guy’s head and slams it into his knee. You can hear the crunch, sounding a lot like bones shattering.
The second guy is holding a knife, and Milo takes it from him easily, and in one quick move, he’s behind the guy, holding the knife to his neck. It’s then he finds me gripped in the arms of the third man.
“Before I slice your throat, I’d suggest you tell your man to remove his hands from the lady.” The man with the knife at his throat goes to laugh, but Milo applies pressure, and blood starts to leak around the knife’s blade. “Do you know me to be a joking man, Constable?” he asks.
“Let her go,” the man with the knife at his neck says. At that moment, I turn around and kick the guy who was holding me straight in his junk.
“Asshole,” I grumble and wipe my hands down my jeans while I lock my focus on Milo.
“Now, you know I can’t let you go without a warning.” Milo pauses. “It would be wrong of me, after all.” All three faces go white, but one looks at me as if he’s ready to grab me again. “Tsk, tsk. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I step out of reach. And in what feels like three breaths, Milo drops the knife. And before I can see what he’s doing, the man is screaming. Milo steps back, and the man turns, revealing the knife now protruding from his ass cheek.
Ouch.
Milo walks over to the other man and uppercuts him straight into his jaw, knocking him backward to the ground.
“Next time, I won’t be so polite,” Milo tells the men.
He rushes toward me, and when he reaches me, his hand slides into mine. We hear sirens and start moving. Fast. We hurry past my apartment, and I don’t even ask why. I know why because they can still see us. We do a slow lap around the block, and when we come back around, the men are gone. Stepping inside, I shut the door and lock it after him. When I turn around to face Milo,
I see blood dripping on the floor.
And that’s when I scream, “Mason!”