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“Whenever you need me, little one; all you have to do is call. I’m available to you anytime, day or night,”
My eyes go wide, and I can’t suppress my gasp. He never said anything like that to me before. Suddenly, he leans down and gently kissed my forehead. I wanted to lift my head so that our lips would meet. But that would be too dangerous for both of us, but mostly for my heart. I hadn’t kissed Chains in over ten years. I hadn’t even been in his arms.
With his arms around me, and his lips on my skin, albeit an innocent touch, it’s more than I’ve had from him in such a long time.
After barely acknowledging me all these years, he couldn’t be after more from me than friendship, could he? I can’t entertain anything more right now, not after everything that’s happened with me and Caleb. I didn’t think I had it in me to start anything up again with Bodie.
To distract myself from all my jumbled thoughts, I go into the kitchen and open the freezer compartment of the fridge. Retrieving two prepacked meals of lasagna I made a few days ago, just to keep myself busy, and to not think of the fact that I was alone while Lexie was at the club working.
“I hope you like lasagna?” I call out, thinking Chains was still in the living room, when I feel his arms lock me against the countertop.
“You smell like strawberries. Did you know that?” he whispers against my temple, and I can feel my heartbeat race, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“It’s my body wash.” I blurt out. Stupid, stupid girl. I chide myself. What is wrong with you?
“It’s turning me on,” he replies, nuzzling my neck, until I feel a sharp nip to my skin, and gasp in surprise as his tongue soothes the bite. He presses his hard-on against my ass cheeks one more time before he moves to sit at the dining table.
“I love lasagna,” he declares, as though nothing had just transpired between us. Meanwhile, I’m burning up like a volcano. I clear my throat, and busy myself with defrosting the meals, and plating them up. Adding a fresh garden salad to the mix.
I place his plate in front of him and sit down next to him with my own, silently eating. Trying desperately to ignore his own maddening scent, which makes me want to climb him like a tree. Something that I shouldn’t want to be doing since Caleb had beaten those feelings out of me. Or so I thought.
“Do you think Ky was serious about me working at the gym?” I ask, stabbing a lettuce a little too aggressively when I think back to the way I let Chains touch me without putting up more of a fight. Hating to admit that his touches felt like home.
He lets his knife and fork clatter onto the plate, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Why wouldn’t he? You’d be an asset to the team. And having you around all day would be a bonus,” he adds. Getting to his feet, he saunters to the refrigerator and takes out a beer. “You want anything?” he asks.
I show him the glass of water next to me. “I’m good, thanks.”
“The food was delicious. Did you make it?”
“Yes, I made a big batch the other day to distract myself while Lexie was at work.” Crap, I did it again. I keep blurting out things I shouldn’t. I used to be an independent, smart woman who didn’t need her hand held at night. I turn my back, busying myself with putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
I can see when the light bulb goes off inside Chains head, as a look of understanding crosses his face. He grins at me, and my heart stutters.
“Do you wanna watch a movie? I’ve been dying to see the new one with Tom Cruise. All the brothers say it’s good.”
I know which one he’s talking about, and I smile lightly. I’ve been wanting to see that one too. “Sure. Why not?” I reply, going to the living room and setting up the movie on Lexie’s streaming app on the TV.
Chains sits on the couch and pats the cushion next to him, as I debate where to park my ass. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Do I sit next to him and endure his closeness for hours, or do I sit away from him and prove to him he bothers me?
With a sigh, I plonk myself down on the couch beside Chains, pretending that being this close to him does nothing for me. I’m sure he knows it’s a crock of shit. But I’m determined not to jump his bones for the simple fact he only stayed because I was afraid to be alone. Not because he wanted to.
Not even half an hour into the movie, I could feel my eyes droop, and didn’t even react when Chains wrapped me in his arms, and I leaned my head on his comfortably broad chest. I felt safe, warm, and cocooned from everything. Like nothing could touch me. And at that moment, I was sure nothing could.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chains
I wake up with a start, the sound of my phone pinging with a message somewhere, waking me up from one of the best dreams I’ve had in a long time. Disoriented for a moment, and much too comfortable to move, I look around and notice I’m still at Zoe’s place. The movie we were watching is long over, the TV screen cycling through an endless supply of movies and TV shows.
But what has my attention is the soft, warm body wrapped around me like a monkey. Zoe’s straddling my lap, and her hot pussy, covered in only a thin pair of sweats, is right over my cock, which is growing harder by the minute since she’s rubbing herself on me in her sleep. Shit.
As gently as I can, I extricate myself from beneath her, lift her effortlessly, and walk down the hall to the end room, knowing instinctively that’s the room she uses. I gently place her on the bed fully clothed—because heck, I wasn’t going to take her clothes off and look my fill while she was asleep, finally covering her with a blanket.
She murmurs something in her sleep, but other than that, she doesn’t stir. I retrieve the phone from the pocket of my jeans and am shocked to realize that it’s almost 2 a.m.
Kick has been trying to contact me, leaving text and voicemail messages, each one getting more pissed off than the last. I read the newest message first, and my brows rise above my hairline.
