“Wait a minute,” I say, reaching out to grab his arm as he turns away. “I need you to do something for me.”
Tristan arches an eyebrow and waits for my request, which is going to sound absolutely fucking insane, but it’s worth a shot.
I let out a long-suffering sigh as I drop my arms to my sides, “Can you just swing by Lynette’s and check on her for me?”
His face screws up in disapproval, “After the way she treated you—and still treats you—I don’t get why you’re still so worried about that snatch’s well-being.”
I rub the back of my neck. It’s a coping mechanism when I find myself feeling uncomfortable and don’t really know how to explain a situation, but I do my best to anyway. “Because she needs looking after. With those band of bastards that keep messing with her instead of protecting her, someone needs to make sure she’s okay.”
He shakes his head, and for a moment, I feel like he’s going to tell me no. I know how he feels about Lynette and I know how he feels about me trying to save the world, so to speak, however it’s just the kind of person I am and everyone here is still trying to find a way to expect it.
We’re killers.
We’ve been trained for de
ath and glory by the deadliest man in the world. I don’t shy away from taking life and I never will, but some people need to be saved. Lynette is one of them.
“Don’t worry about it,” I mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed for even bring it up.
“I’ll do my best,” Tristan reassures me, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a smile.
“Go back to bed. I’ll see you tonight, alright?”
I nod, giving him a small thanks as I watch him disappear down the hallway before I push the door open to the room and go back to Bentlee.
Chapter 2
No sooner that I slipped back into bed with Bentlee did she open her eyes and look up with me with sleep and seduction dancing together in perfect harmony. Because of the sliver of sunlight that’s peeking into the room and how it lands on her beautiful face, her eyes look like pools of amber honey and I do my best to make sure that I remember each detail. The small black specks that are hidden in the amber, the faint brown ring that holds it all together, and the way she blinks slowly and opens her eyes again as she keeps her gaze firmly on me.
It’s almost like she knows that this could be the last time we ever spend in each other’s arms, but I won’t confirm it no matter how hard she tries to get it out of me. She knows that business is business and that’s not something we talk about with our gals.
She reaches a hand up and gently trails the line of my jaw with the tip of her finger and I close my eyes to relish the sensation. The slightest touch from her, no matter how brief, is enough to make me ravenous for her and she knows it.
“Good morning,” I tell her softly as I take her hand in mine and place it against my bare chest. She smiles, and without so much as a verbal response, moves her body on top of mine forcing me onto my back and grins.
I put a hand on either hip and tilt my head slightly, grinning like a wolf ready to devour its lamb when she reaches down and pulls her cami off, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Her tits are small and perky, but I’ve never needed more than a handful. Her nipples are hard, pink, and I want nothing more than to gently bite them so that I can hear the little squeal of pain and pleasure when I have them in my mouth, but I’ll let Bentlee direct us because she’s the one that’s made the move first.
I bounce her on my lap once and wait to see what she decides. Bentlee has done this a number of times. Gets half naked, straddles me, and then nothing. It’s enough to give me a hard-on, but it’s nothing I can’t take care of on my own when she backs out.
“What do you want, little girl?” I ask her in a thick voice. My cock is already getting hard and I know she feels it, but the decision is hers because I’ll never force her to do something she’s not willing to do.
I want her to say she wants me. Hell, I’m expecting it, but when she shrugs and gently grinds her hips into me, I have to fight to take the decision away from her.
“Off,” I command her with a laugh.
She chews on her lower lip for a moment before she reaches down and pulls her panties off, tossing them in the same direction of her cami and then leans down, pressing her body against me, a hand on either side of my pillow.
Bentlee’s face is hovering a few inches above mine and when she reaches down and gently licks my mouth, I know she’s not going to back out this time like she did last night.
A low growl escapes me as I reach up and pull her face down to mine, filling the small gap between us. She opens her mouth instantly and allows me to explore with my tongue, until hers becomes entangled with mine in a symphony of lust and desire. I shouldn’t do this with her—ever, but it’s so hard to resist a girl so sweet, and none of my brothers look at me any differently for my choice.
Because when it comes to me and Bentlee, there’s always a choice. She knows she can walk away from this anytime she wants to, even though it would break my heart. I guess it’s true that you never know who you’ll fall in love with, and of all of the women that I’ve bedded in my life, she’s always held the most special place deep inside of my soul.
“Do you love me, Gareth?” she asks in a breathy tone when we finally pull away from each other.
“I love you most of all,” I reply, reaching for her face again.