Rebirth (RAW Family 3)

Yes. They would feel me. I’d make sure of it.

Boom, bitches.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Lexi

“No word?”

I poured my coffee, looking down at the black and gold mug, my lips pressed thin. “Nope.” When my eyes met Luka’s, I shrugged and forced a smile that I knew didn’t reach my eyes. My response was listless. “He’s never really been the ‘calling to check in’ kind.”

At my semi-annoyed tone, Luka smiled fondly. “No, he hasn’t.”

Over the last few days, Luka Pavlovic and I had gotten to know each other, and as the days went on, an unspoken understanding was formed. A mutual tolerance. He no longer treated me as a burden, and I no longer gave him the sass of a hormonal thirteen-year-old. Unlike Twitch, Luka was actually something of a conversationalist, and the more we spoke, the more I came to like the man.

And in our shared hatred of a highly reckless woman, we were perfectly matched.

After all, Luka had a lot to lose in this situation. While I didn’t rate losing his position as highly as losing my life, Luka’s reign was important to him, as much as my life was to me.

Every time I thought of what Ling was capable of, I pictured my son growing up without his mother, without his father. And that scared the shit out of me. There was so much I wanted to be around for, so much A.J. needed me here for. I wasn’t ready to meet my maker. Not yet. Neither was Twitch. So I gave him time because truthfully it was all I had to give right then and there.

As I sat next to him at the table, I ran a hand through my hair with a sigh and turned my weary face to him. “What’s in Cuba?” Luka lowered his gaze, running a finger over the table, and I narrowed my eyes on him. “Does it look like I’m running, Pav?” He looked me in the eye. “No, I’m right here, and if you knew half the shit that man has put me through, trust me, even you’d tell me to hightail it out of here.” My eyes softened. “But I’m here. I’m waiting. I just want him to come home.”

“He will,” he said immediately, before adding, “There’s only one thing in Cuba, Alexa, and for your sake, I hope Twitch isn’t stupid enough to bring that shit here, because—” He shot me a look of unmistakable displeasure. “—I will not be pleased.”

The way he was looking at me made my heart stutter.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” I whispered, and my eyes swept low to my hands, completely unfocused as I quietly stressed.

And for the first time since I met him, Luka Pavlovic sounded uncertain of himself. “You could stay here, with me.” He really was a sweet man once you saw past the intensity he wore like a hefty armor. And when I opened my mouth to speak, he added certainly, “But he’s coming back.”

Luka sounded so sure. I wish I felt the same. “How do you know?”

Missing Twitch came in waves, and today I was drowning.

He spoke low and cracked a wide smile that I was sure had panties melting all over the world. “Because I would come back for you.”

Sadly, only one man’s smile affected me. It was crooked and full-mouthed and made him look something like a naughty boy, and I adored it.

I rolled my eyes but softened it with a laugh. “Lady killer.”

“Acquitted,” he uttered quietly, and as he walked away, he winked, and I wasn’t sure if he was actually joking or not.

I should not have been chuckling the way I was.

Definitely not.

My skin prickled almost painfully as goose bumps trailed my arms, starting from my shoulder all the way down to my wrist. My brow knitted tiredly, and when the light breeze hit my arm, I frowned in my sleep and snuggled deeper into the covers.

Only there were none.

The wooden bedframe creaked and my eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly into the darkness, and as they adjusted, my heart jolted.

“Angel.”

The whiskey-smooth whisper was a balm on my soul, and I sat up and lunged at him, throwing my arms around him with a rough exhale. He permitted me to hold him to me firmly, pulling his head into my bosom as I knelt beside him on the mattress. I pressed firm kisses to his head again and again, and when he put his lips to the valley between my breasts, my nipples tightened with a desire that wouldn’t be denied.

Without a word spoken, I reached for the hem of my nightie and whipped it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of tiny silk panties. My voice thick with emotion, I ordered him to, “Kiss me.”

Hearing the need in my voice, he did as commanded.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was lost. Moaning into his mouth, my hands found his belt and I tugged at it desperately, managing to loosen it before popping the button on his jeans, reaching in and taking his stiff length in my hands, palming it tightly.

Twitch’s mouth went lax as he released a low groan.

I needed him inside me. Right now.

In the darkness of night, I pled on a whisper, “Please, baby.”

The slight hitch of his breath told me I was not alone in my need.

Lightning fast, he flipped us, and as he towered over me, a stiff yank had my panties thrown down my legs. When my hands found the bottom of his tee, he muttered a rough, “Leave it.” The insistence in his tone had my core weeping. Kneeling between my legs, he held his cock in one hand then lowered himself, sliding inside me with a roughness that forced a small whimper out of me.

And Twitch gave me what I desired.

Completely dressed, he fucked me hard, he fucked me fast, and for the first time in years, he fucked me missionary, his mouth desperately seeking mine. But I needed to feel more of him. My hands moved jerkily, lifting his tee to feel his hard chest on my heaving breasts before wrapping my legs around his hips and meeting him thrust for thrust.

It was urgent. It was rushed. And, more than anything, it was completely inebriating.

Together, we were perfection.

You couldn’t beat this.

A grunt passed his lips, and he muttered tightly, “Missed you.”

As he drove into me ruthlessly, I breathed out, “Love you,” and when I did, he stilled entirely, searching my face in the dark, reaching up to lovingly cup my cheek before leaning in and capturing my mouth in a firm kiss that spoke entire poetic verses while all I could manage were empty lines.

On the cusp of release, I elevated my hips with a low moan, and he took the hint, pulling back, then pushing all the way into me. My core clenched tightly, and Twitch panted into my mouth as he held my face close, screwing the last six days of anxiety out of me. Body tight, I sunk back into the mattress, my lips parted, awaiting the train to hit me, and when it did, I shook. I shook as though I’d been electrocuted, my orgasm hitting har

d and fast. He swallowed my moan with a kiss that bruised, and when he stilled, looking me dead in the eye, I felt his cock throb. And as he spilled himself inside me, all was right in my world.

For the moment.

The sounds of our harsh panting called out into the silence, and Twitch put his mouth to my neck, gently biting me. Smiling softly, I wrapped my arms around his head, treasuring the feel of his mouth on me. His stinging bites worked their way from my neck to my collarbone to my shoulder, and when his teeth clamped over my skin, my core clamped around his still-hard cock, lovingly, like the sweetest of kisses.

God. I missed him.

It was funny how you could desperately miss being intimate with the one you loved, but when you hadn’t been held in a while, you realize sex isn’t what you missed after all.

He kept his mouth on my skin a long time, and when he finally lifted his head, I held his gaze, running my fingers from his temple down his scratchy jawline. “You’re back.”

And as his brow furrowed, I just knew Twitch had heard all of what I said. Even the parts I tried to hide. “Not likin’ the surprise in your tone, baby.”

Well, what did he expect?

I smoothed his brow with gentle fingers and ignored his statement. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah, and Pav ain’t happy,” he muttered, and he sounded so tired that my arms tightened around him, offering what comfort they could. “So we’re leavin’ first thing.”

He was back.

He came back.

Secretly overjoyed, I pulled his head down and pressed my mouth to his forehead with my warm, kiss-swollen lips. “Okay, honey.”

Although I was relieved he was back, something inside me refused to let go of him, and no matter how we rearranged ourselves, my arms remained tightly secured around my man.

Lucky for me, Twitch didn’t seem to mind.

My eyes widened at the three people facing off with Luka Pavlovic, and when Luka spotted Twitch and me approaching, he closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

“I want you out,” he muttered.

“Pav.” Twitch put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Let’s talk.”