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With how tight my jeans were, I might need to whip out my cock and handfuck myself outside so I could behave in here with her. She shuddered as I passed her, and it drew my attention.
By the time I looked over at her, she’d tucked her chin to herchest. I was fucking grateful for the shit in my hands, because God only knew what my craving for her would cause me to do before my addled brain could process the thought.
Not wanting her to look so forlorn, I used the spatula under her chin to draw her gaze up to meet mine. Her copper-toned hair fell back, and again, all that stopped me from dragging my hands through it was the dinner occupying my grasp.
“You’re too gorgeous for your own damn good.” If I lingered any longer, I didn’t think I could control my desire, so I left. I wanted her, though, that much was fact.
“Thank you,” she said on a sigh, her cheeks turning pink, and my nostrils flared.
I didn’t know, though, if those were happy thanks or you’re-fucking-creepy thanks. So I took a step back. “Grilling is my thing in the club,” I said again, not that she would understand. “You’re welcome to the rest of the kitchen. Compromise?”
Something in her eyes said that she didn’t want to compromise, and that scared the fuck outta me. I read all over her face that she was either all or nothing, and I didn’t doubt it for a second. How sure of herself she was, despite her years being sold as a goddamn commodity, made me burn with desire. She would fight with me sometimes. There was a feral, furious being inside of her, and that’s exactly the part I couldn’t trust.
How I was acting now though, how my body responded to her... I couldn’t trust myself, let alone this shattered woman.
I jerked my eyes away from her. “I need to get the grill going.”
Turning on my heel, I left Maddie to the potatoes.
“Cook!” she called out.
I spun around, wondering what she wanted now, needing to put distance between us.
A bright flash burned into my eyes, and I flinched back. Maddie giggled as she lowered the camera in front of her. The last thing anyone needed was a picture of me, but I rolled my eyes, let her have it, and took my horny ass outside.
The door slammed shut behind me as I marched over to the grill and set the meat on the shelf next to the old charcoal-burningcontraption. I had to adjust myself in my pants to relieve the pressure. It only helped a little, so I started narrating aloud, “Mom. Tarantulas—ewww.” I shivered with the thought of the creepy crawlies, but the hard-on wasn’t gone yet. “Tail pipes. Oh, sheep.” That made me snigger like a school-age boy, the snort rolling through my sinuses. But I still couldn’t rid myself of the lust.
“Sn-n-nnnakes,” I continued. “Gross! Little sis, Bou.”
That did it. My cock stood down. Finally.
I had finished grilling by the time Ward and Belle rode into the dusty drive, his blacked-out Harley pelting a plume of dust on the old saguaro cactus Mom used to string Christmas lights on. We sat on the porch and ate in awkward silence, and when we finished, Ward whispered something into Belle’s ear. His ol’ lady gathered the paper plates and empty bottles, and Ward swatted her ass when she stood.
Her reaction—the perk of her ass toward him, narrowed eyes, and pursed lips—couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a cry for more.
The look faded when she turned her gaze on Maddie. “Help me inside?”
Maddie looked at me, gnawing her lower lip.
I thumbed it from between her teeth and leaned closer to her, keeping my voice low. That lip was becoming my weakness, but also stirring a dark desire inside. Something too strong and demanding to be controlled, and it scared the shit out of me.
“This lip,” I said, “isn’t made foryouto chew.”
She tried to hide her reaction, but her eyes rounded as if my words shocked her into uncertainty. Maddie stayed quiet. She hadn’t uttered more than one-word answers throughout dinner. Instead, she had dragged her chair as close to mine and waited for me to tell her she could eat. Even as she took small bites and chewed them, she kept her eyes on her plate or me the entire time.
Now, her doe eyes trained on me and begged for my permission.
“Go.” I jutted my chin toward Belle and the front door, not truly knowing if her needing my command was in her nature or what had been trained into her.
Maddie stood and followed Belle.
The Warden watched me from the tip of his nose. His pupils constricted, scrutinizing every inch of me.
“I see it,” said Ward, his voice like a soft rumble of thunder.
He didn’t need to speak loudly to make his words clear. No, the tatted man with his short-sleeved, button-down shirt had a presence and confidence that could consume a room. My eyes momentarily fell to where his biceps nearly split the sleeves, then I looked away.
The more dominant person sitting at the old metal table clearly wasn’t me.
