Chapter 15
Home.
The word rings in my ears as Trent patches up Rick and then Spencer. Trent had insisted on checking Spencer’s patch job on my head first, though, and of course, the rest of them agreed.
I’ve never had a home before, or at least not one that I can remember. But it feels good to be back here with the guys.
Is this what home feels like? Being surrounded by people who care? People who were doing everything in their power to find me, even though they didn’t have to. It would have been so easy for them to let me go or leave it to me to find my way back and go about their normal lives.
But they didn’t. From what I’ve seen and the bits I’ve heard from the guys, every one of them has turned their lives upside down in an attempt to find me.
Even Spencer and Jake.
I'd expected a few million questions when I walked through the door, but I only got a few. The biggest concern now that I’m back was whether I knew anything about Charlotte.
Without going into all the details just yet, I filled them in on how she was used as bait to lure me out.
Upon 'escaping,' the first thing I did was make sure she was safe.
She and her parents should be hours from here by now. At least, I hope so.
I need her to be safe and out of the way while we handle the rest of this clusterfuck.
“Ouch, fuck! Your bedside manner sucks!” Spencer slaps Trent’s hand away from his lip for the third time, and Trent rolls his eyes, and I can’t help but laugh at the two of them.
“Something funny, Demon?” Spencer grumbles, which only makes me laugh harder.
“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “I just didn’t realize you were such a baby,” I tell him with a shrug, leaning on the counter across from where he sits.
Spencer’s brows pinch together as he sticks out his fat, bleeding lip in a pout. I know from experience that it probably stings, but he seems fine ignoring it now.
“You could always come and kiss it better.”
The room is suddenly quiet, and I have to choke down yet another laugh. His eyes swim with mischief, but the challenge is there, and I’ve never been one to back down from him before.
Pushing off the counter, I walk with determined steps around the island and over to where he sits.
Spencer turns in his seat to face me with a smirk, and I’m not sure if he thinks he’s got me or if he’s just loving putting on a show.
Even seated, he’s almost as tall as I am standing.
I rest my hands on his knees, leaning into him so that our faces are only inches apart.
His eyes flick down to my hands and back up to my face, and I don’t miss the heat in them as his pupils dilate.
I wonder if he’s thinking about our time in my room earlier the way I am.
The thought is enough to make me clench my thighs together, my greedy pussy throbbing, begging for more.
It’s only a subtle shift, hardly noticeable, or at least I thought it was.
But the way his eyebrow arches as he smirks at me tells me I might not have been as subtle as I’d hoped.
Bastard.
As if he needs yet another thing to be smug about, the man has an ego for days.
“I don’t know, Spence. If you can’t handle Trent’s gentle touch, I’m not sure you can handle me right now.
” I hook my finger under his chin, moving his head from side to side, examining his lip the same way he did my head earlier.
Blood still drips from his mouth, but that’s not uncommon.
Mouth wounds bleed a lot. Hell, any head wound does.
It’s annoying, but no cause for alarm. Overall, his lip doesn’t look that bad, and I get the feeling he was counting on me saying something.
Or maybe he just wanted to whine. I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Oh, I think I can handle you just fine, Demon.” I don’t miss the double meaning in his words.
He knocks my hand away much like he did Trent’s, but before I can say anything, his lips are on mine.
For a split second, I think about pushing him away.
After all the shit we’ve said to each other over the last few weeks, it wouldn’t even be that crazy.
It’s probably what I should do, but I don’t want to.
Instead, I melt into him.
He spreads his legs as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close, and I feel his stiff cock against me as he presses his tongue into my mouth.
The salty, metallic taste of his blood sends a thrill through me, ripping a moan from my mouth, and I don’t even try to hold it back.
I feel his lips curve into a smile against mine, and I can’t bring myself to care that he won this round as I soak through my underwear.
Spencer pulls back, and I force my eyes open. His smirk is still in place, and all I can do is roll my eyes.
This game of back and forth just took a turn that might be even more dangerous than before.
His eyes follow the path of my tongue as I lick my lips, savoring his taste and cleaning the sticky blood I feel there.
“You taste delicious,” I tell him, leaning down to lick the side of his mouth clean as well. I feel more than see the shiver that racks his body as he growls in frustration. His hands are now back on his lap, curled into tight fists as he tries to resist reaching for me.
I’m pretty sure the name of this game is teasing. I wonder who wins if I push him to fuck me against the counter? Not that it matters. I’d happily lose if that was what it took.
“Not as good as you do,” he counters, his voice low and husky, telling me exactly how much this is affecting him. I smile up at him through my lashes as I drop a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away.
Oh, I’d definitely say I won this round, but just to be sure.
“We’ll have to test it and find out,” I whisper the words, meant to taunt him, but with how quiet everyone is, I know they heard.
“No need, Doll. I can assure you nothing tastes as good as you do.”
I stand, looking over my shoulder at Zander, who sits just two seats away.
He turned to watch us just like everyone else in the room, leaned back against the counter on his elbow, legs wide, and completely at ease.
But unlike the rest of them, his other hand rests on his lap, squeezing himself through his pants.
I can see the outline of his cock as it strains against the denim; my mind flashes back to the beautiful row of bars that run along it.
Damn these guys. My whole life has been about sex one way or another, but I’ve never craved it. What have they done to me?
Zander clears his throat, and I let my eyes slowly trail up his chest until I meet his eyes again. No shame at being caught. If he didn’t want me looking, he wouldn’t have drawn my attention there on purpose, and judging by the smile on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Sorry, Doll, that was hot as fuck, but I can’t let you believe a lie.
Though, I’d bet my right nut I’m not the only one in the room hard as a fucking rock right now,” he says, pushing off the counter to walk toward me.
I hear some of the other guys sigh, but I’m not sure if it’s because he’s right or because Zander’s being, well, Zander.
I can’t make myself look away from him to find out.
“But I’m going to need an in-depth explanation of what just happened and how it got to that point.
” The smile on his face tells me he’s got a pretty good idea.
“I have no idea what you're referring to,” I say, batting my eyes and using a sweet tone.
“Oh, is that so?”
I nod, knowing damn well I’m full of shit, but having too much fun with it. I’d missed this easy-going fun, I realize.
I’ve missed them.
“I’m sure Spence would be happy to give us a demonstration,” Zander says, wagging his eyebrows at me. He looks ridiculous, but that’s part of his charm, and I realize my use of a nickname for Spencer earlier didn’t go unnoticed.
Zander steps toward me, and I take a step back, letting him cage me against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen.
“Or better yet, maybe I’ll lay you out right here on this counter, and Spencer can walk us through a demonstration.
” He leans in slowly, his voice dropping to that low rasp he knows drives me crazy.
“That way, everyone can get a Front. Row. Seat.” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck before biting down hard, making my eyes roll back in my head.
If my underwear wasn’t wet before, it sure as fuck is now.
The sound of the front door opening pulls everyone's attention. I know it’s Elio, and so do Zander and Kratos, but I realize with everything else, I forgot to tell the others we had a guest coming to join us.
I watch as Trent reaches for his gun and can’t help but smile when Rick reaches under the counter and also pulls out a pistol.
At least they're ready, even if it’s not needed.
“Stand down.”
My voice rings out around the kitchen, and I get the satisfaction of watching them do so without hesitation.
I catch a hint of a smirk on Kratos’s face, and I know he understands.
Being the boss is one thing, but for the most part, the guys have defaulted to him, even after they knew the truth.
They trusted him. He was the only leader they had ever known.
It wasn’t something I could fault them for.
He had earned that from them, but now I had as well.
Nobody moves as we wait, all eyes on the doorway that will lead our friend to us.
It doesn’t take long for him to find us, but then again, I suspect he’s more than used to these kinds of situations.
“Don’t tell me you started the fun without me, Gurriero Capo,” Elio says with a smile, but I see past it. The promise of violence simmers just below the surface. After all, they say monsters recognize monsters, and if we’re not monsters, I’m not sure what we are.