Page 13 of Hades

I sucked in a breath and turned to Macy. “Does Vandal know you think Hades is hot?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please, I’m not blind. And neither are you.” She wiggled her brows. “I’ve seen the way you pant after him when you think nobody’s looking.”

“I don’t pant after anyone. Not ever.” I liked men well enough, but I’d never been crazy about anyone the way Macy described. Not before Elite Connections and since escaping, I haven’t given a man more than a passing glance.

Macy’s smile dimmed a little with understanding. “I get it, believe me. But the fact is that you’re crushing on the hot biker and this is your chance to make your move.”

“Ha!” I shook my head. “I haven’t made a move on a guy in a long time. And I haven’t done anything with a man since I escaped.”

Her eyes rounded in shock. “Seriously? You haven’t… in three years?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

She clapped her hands. “Then this is the perfect time to break that dry spell, girl!”

I smiled but shook my head. “Don’t be ridiculous. First of all, I’m not going anywhere. Second of all, that’s not gonna happen.” Hades and I were kind of friends but not really and now that he was in charge of my safety, he was basically boss. Or some shit.

Macy tossed her head back and laughed. “I hear ya, but what I didn’t hear you say was that you weren’t interested in it happening.”

“Why did I think having friends was a good thing?”

She wrapped one arm around me and laughed even louder.

And dammit, it was the best part of the last three days.

Chapter Eight

Hades

This shit has to stop. That was the lie I told myself when the hot shower hit my skin and an image of Raven flashed behind my eyes. It was ridiculous, this obsession I had with her. Not only was she my best friend’s sister, she was now a woman under my protection, which made her off-limits.

Completely off limits.

None of that mattered to my mind or my cock, not once I stepped inside the shower stall. I’d caught a glimpse of her today for only a second when I went to collect cash from Demon Head Guns for the bank deposit, but I’d seen her. Her pink hair fell in soft waves around her bare shoulders, which for some reason really got to me today. Usually she wore it up in a ponytail or a messy braid, but the soft pink waves combined with the black tank top that showed off toned, tattooed arms, stuck in my mind all damn day.

The hot water didn’t do shit to calm my raging hard-on, so I leaned into it, picturing Raven in front of me in the shower, on her knees as she took my cock down her throat. “Fuck,” I grunted as I stroked my cock, picturing her moaning her pleasure as she sucked me off. Smiling around my cock like it was her favorite thing in the world to do.

My grip tightened as I stroked harder and faster, but instead of my hand it was her tight cunt, wrapped around my cock while she rode me, her body slick with sweat as she chased down her orgasm. I ran my thumb over the pre-cum at the head of my cock, growling as Raven’s pussy pulsed around me.

I could just imagine how tight her pussy is. I’d fuck her deep and suck her nipples as she squeezed my cock into oblivion. “Fuck!” I came hard, long jets of cum hit the wall, sliding down before they disappeared down the drain. My breathing was heavy and my legs were weak as I rode out the last of my orgasm, both frustrated that I stroked my cock to images of her and pissed I hadn’t gotten to taste her sweet pussy.

Not even in my fucking fantasies.

I should’ve felt bad, but I didn’t. Not even the tiniest bit because I needed it. Goddammit, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Not even for a few fucking seconds.

I needed a distraction, but the idea of fucking someone else didn’t appeal to me.

I wanted Raven.

I couldn’t have her, but I wanted her, which made me a surly bastard.

Instead of dwelling on it, I finished in the shower and dressed quickly. There was a lot of shit to do today, same as every other day, but I knew I’d get another glimpse of Raven today and that shit would fuel me through the mind-numbing errands that came with running all the businesses under the Steel Demons umbrella.

After a quick glance around my small ranch house, I opened the front door and came up short. “Danny, what the fuck?” The prospect was every-goddamn-where, like a fucking eager bunny in need of attention and reassurance.

He took a step back and slid a hand over his dark hair. “Sorry, man. I was just stoppin’ by to talk to you.”

“Well sneaking up on a man like that is a good way to get shot.” I motioned to him to step the fuck back so I could lock my door before I gave him my attention again. “What did you want to talk about?”