Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
SYLAS
“Thanks for letting me use your shower,” Nola says, stepping out of the bathroom.
I glare at the towel that's wrapped around her body like it personally offended me. She pauses as she dries her hair and huffs out a laugh. “What's wrong?”
“That.” I point to the towel.
“What about it?”
“Why are you wearing it?” I blink, looking up at her face.
“Uh… I don’t have anything else right now? Do you want me to walk around naked?” she jokes, continuing to work the smaller towel over her hair.
“Yes.”
She pauses, her eyes widening slightly. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.” I grin. “Lola Girl, if I had it my way, you’d be naked twenty-four seven.”
I love the blush that creeps over her cheeks. It makes her look shy all of a sudden, as if she didn’t just get fucked within an inch of her life just an hour ago.
“I don’t think Callie would like seeing her best friend naked.”
“Who cares what Callie thinks? If she doesn’t like it, she can go somewhere else.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Here.” I hold out the t-shirt that’s fisted in my hand. “Wear this.”
She takes the shirt and unfolds it. Biting her bottom lip, she looks up at me. “Thanks.”
“Where are you going?” I ask her as she turns around, heading for the bathroom.
“To get changed,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
“Babe, we just spent the past hour fucking you naked in the cemetery. You don’t need to be modest around us. Trust me, we’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
This new side of Nola is going to be something we have to get used to. So when she gives me a sexy, little, temptress of a smile, I groan.
She lets the towel she was using to dry her hair drop to the ground, her wet strands hang over her shoulders. She slowly pulls open the towel that's around her body, being a naughty little tease.
“You’re just being mean now,” I growl playfully.
She giggles, and while it’s a fairly new sound, I fucking love it.
She lets it drop to the ground, and my eyes go right to her pussy. Blonde hair dusts her mound, short and well-kept.
Most of the women I’ve been with shave, and that’s how I’ve typically liked it but the hair on Nola? It’s fucking sexy.
I bite my lip, arousal flooding my system.
My eyes slowly trail up her body, stopping at her round, perky breasts.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my cock twitching at the sight of her stunning body.
I pout when she pulls one of my shirts over her head, letting it drop down, covering her body. “Hey!” I huff. “I was enjoying the view.”
She’s grinning when I bring my attention back up to her face, this playful little smile stretching across her face.
Getting to my feet, I walk toward her, closing the space between us. “Hi,” she whispers as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me.
“Hey, Lola Girl,” I growl as I capture her lips with mine.
She moans, melting against me. My tongue glides along her lips, demanding to be let in.
Granting me access, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and cup the back of her head. I kiss her like she’s the very air I need to breathe.
I’m fucking addicted to this woman. “I want to live inside you,” I growl before kissing her again.
She whimpers, making my cock twitch.
I’m about to wrap her thighs around me and fuck her right here in the middle of my room when Jasper appears like a wet fucking blanket.
“Enough,” he barks, and I pull my mouth from hers with a frustrated groan.
“Fucking cockblock.” I glare at him.
“Sex later. We have things to discuss.”
“Fine, Dad,” I say sarcastically. “Be ready for this one to be the Debby Downer of every situation,” I warn Nola.
She buries her face in my chest, her body shaking with laughter.
This is weird. So fucking weird. But yet, it feels right. I’ve never felt so… normal in my life.
This girl makes me feral, makes me want to do despicable things to her. But at the same time, she also makes me feel… dare I say it, like a lovesick simp.
“Come on, Lola Girl.” I bend down and scoop her up into my arms bridal style. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, smiling up at me like I hung the fucking moon for her. I would. If I could, I’d do anything for this girl. “You.” I address Jasper, looking directly at him. “I’m mad at you.”
“What the hell did I do?” he growls.
“I could have had my Lola Girl for years now. But noooo. You said she was too pure. How does it feel to be so incredibly wrong? Honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing, man.” I bump his shoulder with my own as we pass him. Nola buries her face into the crook of my neck, trying not to laugh.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” he asks as he follows after.
“Nope,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to the top of Nola’s head.
I carry her down to the living room, and instead of placing her on the couch, I keep her on my lap, wrapping my arms around her. Burying my face into her hair, I inhale, loving how she smells like me.
“Mine,” I murmur before biting her shoulder.
She gasps, but instead of sounding like she’s in pain, she squirms on my lap. I grin against her skin, pressing a kiss to the teeth marks I left behind. “Dirty girl.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” she mutters.
“Do we have to talk?” Wesley asks, plopping down in the chair next to us. “I’d rather be fucking,” he says with his dark eyes fixed on our girl.
Lola squirms in my lap again, her ass rubbing against my erection. “Keep doing that, and you’re going to make me embarrass myself,” I taunt her.
Wesley snorts out a laugh. “Like that would embarrass you. You’d just grin proudly like the fucking creep you are.”
I chuckle and shrug. He’s not wrong.
“Yes, we have to talk. It’s been two weeks since our lives turned upside down, and I’ve spent most of that time trying to clean up her mess,” Jasper says, taking the couch across from us.
“I’m sorry,” Nola rushes to say. “I really am. I didn’t mean to cause trouble for you guys.”
“We know you didn't, baby.” I pull her closer, trying to mold my body to hers as much as I can.
I don’t think I'm going to be letting go of her tonight.
Jasper leans forward, his arms on his thighs as he narrows his eyes at Nola.
“The Brotherhood is on our asses. They believe two killers are on the loose. And they’re tired of hearing my excuses, or that I have this under control.
They want whoever this is to be either locked up or dead.
And if it’s the latter, they want to be shown proof.
Seeing as how you’re the person in question, that's not going to happen. So, I’m sure you can see the dilemma we’re in. ”
“I do,” Nola agrees slowly. I shift my body so that I can see her face. She’s chewing on her lip, deep in thought. I can almost see the cogs turning inside her head.
“What are you thinking, Little Rabbit?” Wesley asks, pulling one of those damn cancer sticks out of his pocket.
“Really?” I glare at him.
The fucker just smirks and lights it up. Asshole.
“I’m going to guess they’re not going to just accept it if the killings just stop, would they?” she asks.
“No,” Jasper answers. “They will always wonder who dared to cause mayhem in our city. They would see us as unfit to lead the organization, and while a lot of the older members are either too old to do shit or have died off, some of them still could stir up a coup. Not that they would succeed, but I’d rather avoid bloodshed and keep the rest of the men from doubting our leadership. ”
“Question,” she says, shifting in my lap. I have to hold her hips still to keep her from grinding on my already hard cock. She’s killing me here. All I have to do is undo my pants and slide my cock inside her. It would be that easy.
Huh. What the fuck is stopping me?
“Ask away.” Jasper waves a hand at her.
She doesn’t notice what I’m doing as I slide her forward. Wesley shoots me a curious look, raising a brow as he blows a stream of smoke into the air.
I smirk, giving him a wink as I work my cock out of my pants.
He huffs out a subtle laugh, shaking his head.
“Do you have any enemies?"
Jasper lets out a dry laugh. “Nola, we’re the leaders of a crime organization, of course, we have enemies.”
With my cock out, hard and aching and the tip leaking with pre-cum, I pull Nola back onto my lap.
She sucks in a gasp when she feels the hot heat of my shaft against her bare pussy.
She looks back at me with surprise, but I just cock a brow. “Keep going. What were you saying?”
Nola licks her lips, her cheeks going a pretty pink shade before she turns her attention back to Jasper.
“W-what if…” she starts, leaning back against me. Her body melts into mine, knowing exactly what I’m about to do, what I want from her. And fuck me, her letting me use her like this, so casually and being such a good little cock slut about it, has me fucking harder than steel. “I-I help you.”
She moans as I bring the tip of my cock to her entrance. I can feel her arousal dripping onto my shaft. I groan as I slowly lower her down on me, her tight, wet heat feeling fucking amazing.
My eyes are on Jasper, watching him as I slowly start to fuck our girl right in the middle of their conversation.
“What do you mean?” he grinds out, nostrils flaring. He’s trying hard not to let this bother him, but I can see the need in his eyes. He wants her, and he’s pissed I’m taking her.
But Mr. Stone Cold Man doesn’t break, keeping his attention on Nola’s face.
“Oh fuck,” she mewls, softly, her voice shaking a bit. I chuckle as she clears her throat and continues speaking. “What if we turn the attention onto someone else?”
She whimpers when I lift her up until she’s almost slipping off my cock before I plant my feet on the ground and drive up into her with a harsh thrust.
Her moan sends my blood pumping. It takes everything in me not to fuck her into this couch like an animal.
“Like pin the murders on another person so they can take the blame?” Jasper asks.
Grabbing Nola’s legs, I lift them up and part her knees. Her pussy is exposed to the room, and I watch as Jasper’s eyes drop to where my cock is stuffed inside our girl’s dripping cunt.