Prologue
VIKING
TWO AND A HALF YEARS AGO
She’s trashed. Beyond trashed. And sexy as fuck too. I watch her body swaying as she animatedly talks to all the other women. I know that right now I don’t have to completely watch my back—Piggy isn’t here. She throws her hands up in the air, crying out with excitement, and it’s adorable as fuck.
My focus stays on her, looking nowhere else, because there’s nowhere else to look. Not even the woman dancing on stage could drag my attention away from Lainey-Rose Colter. It’s her birthday, and she is a goddamn force to be reckoned with.
I’ve never wanted her more than I do right this second, and I’ve wanted her for years. Watching her from a distance, I wonder how much longer I can stay away from her, my fingers itching to touch her, to feel her, to slip inside of her.
She turns her head, looking over her shoulder, when her gaze connects with my own. My heart stops fucking beating in my chest instantly. She smiles. I’m seconds from charging toward her, throwing her over my shoulder, and showing her just what that smile does to me.
Lainey shifts her attention back to the stage before my feet can begin to move toward her. That’s good. I don’t need to go after her. Exhaling, my heart begins beating again. I don’t know how the fuck I’m holding back, but I am… just barely.
My body practically demands that I take her, that I fuck her, that I keep her.
I can’t do that, though.
Piggy would fucking kill me, and I respect him too much to go behind his back. Goose and Ivy are still at odds, even though it’s been a few years since Goose fucked his cousin without telling him, without asking him.
Lainey is as off-limits as Cidney, maybe even more, because Lainey is Piggy’s sister, not his cousin. I should walk away tonight, but I can’t. I’m stuck here under strict orders to protect the old ladies for Lainey’s birthday.
The only thing I want to do is take Lainey away and give her a birthday surprise… in the form of orgasms… multiple ones.
Clearing my throat, I try to get rid of the thoughts about Lainey rolling around in my head. It doesn’t work. As the night continues and she gets drunker and drunker, I want her more and more.
Not because she’s drunk, but because as the night progresses and her inhibitions slowly melt away, she shines even fucker brighter than she ever has. It makes me want her even more than I already did, and I wanted her a hell of a lot.
As the club begins to thin out, the women are being guided by the men to their cars to head home. I stay where I am, watching the women being collected by their old men, and that’s when Piggy walks through the door.
I expect him to walk over to his sister and old lady who are chatting with one another. He doesn’t. Instead, he jerks his chin in my direction and closes the distance between us. Piggy stops a few feet away, his gaze finding mine as he jerks his chin up slightly.
He looks over his shoulder, then shifts his attention back to meet mine. “Can you get Lainey home tonight?” he asks.
I don’t bother asking why. I don’t give a shit why. A chance at being alone in a car for almost an hour with Lainey? Not only yes, but hell fucking yes. I don’t say that, though. Instead, I clear my throat, trying to calm myself down before I respond to him.
“No problem.”
“Thanks,” Piggy murmurs.
A few moments later, Lainey has been collected by Piggy, and we make our way to my waiting car. Bullet suggested that we all bring our cages tonight. I didn’t have a problem bringing my 1969 Dodge Super Bee A12. I fucking love my car and will drive it whenever I can. It was my dad’s.
Probably the only good thing he ever did was buy and keep this car. I restored it a few years ago, and it looks better than it ever did, even brand new. My dad wasn’t someone who respected anything, not even his car, which is pretty fucking sad.
I watch as she struggles slightly to fasten her seatbelt, which causes my lips to twitch into a smirk. Once she finally clicks it into place, her head swings over, her eyes meet mine as she lets out a heavy exhale.
“I didn’t know seatbelts could be so exhausting,” she murmurs.
I snort at her words. “Won’t be as hard tomorrow,” I point out.
She shrugs a shoulder, then shifts her attention toward the front windshield. I take that as a silent encouragement to head home. I do just that. Shifting my car into Drive, I pull out of the parking lot and head straight toward home.
“Happy Birthday, Lainey,” I call out. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
I don’t know why I even ask that. Maybe I don’t like the silence of the car, or maybe I’m trying to keep from pulling over and trying to fuck her. Whatever the case, I ask that question, and then I get an answer, but it’s not what I expect.
Lainey hums. “Everything except you.”
I almost wreck my car. Jerking the wheel, I straighten, then clear my throat before I speak. “Lainey,” I warn.
She shifts closer to my side. I can smell her.
Then I feel her breath against my cheek.
Gripping the steering wheel, I hear it creak beneath my hands.
There is an off-ramp half a mile away, and I wonder if I could pull off and give her exactly what she wants, but that would be wrong.
She’s trashed, and she’s very much off limits.
I need to control myself.
Even if control is the last thing I want to have right now.
“Viking,” she calls out, and she sounds completely sober when she does.
“Lainey,” I grunt.
Her fingers curl around my wrist, then she clears her throat before she speaks. Clenching my teeth together, I need her to release me. I’m not sure how much longer I can feel her soft, cool touch against me before I lose my control.
“I want you.”
Fuck.
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