Furrowing my brows, I try to remember who Kenny is. “Is she from around here?” I ask.
Lifting a brow in my direction, he doesn’t answer me right away. Something seems to flicker behind his eyes before he smiles and finally opens his mouth. “Yeah, she’s Twister’s sister.”
Twister’s sister? I didn’t even know he had one. Well, then again, I barely came around the club to begin with.
“That’s cool,” I say.
“Guess so.” Shrugging, he walks over to the bed and lifts Corinne into his arms, and without waking her up, he gently places her into one of the playpens. He then repeats this with Luca. The look on his face is what I’d say a loving father would have when looking at his children.
Whoa, hold up, not a thought I need to be having. Especially when it comes to his arrogant ass.
Once Stoney is satisfied the twins aren’t going to wake up, he turns his attention back to me. Walking over to the bed, he climbs up and pushes me to my back as he moves to hover over me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-yell, placing my hands against his firm chest. My heart’s pounding against my chest as I stare up at him.
“I’m about to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me. Starting with putting that smartass mouth to better use,” he proclaims before slamming his mouth on mine.
Oh my God, Stoney is kissing me. How many times have I dreamed of this very moment? Where Stoney would take me in his arms and devour my mouth.
Stoney cups the back of my head with his hands as he braces himself on his forearms. I open my mouth, granting him entrance when he swipes his tongue across my lips. I don’t know how long the kiss goes on for, but I don’t want it to end. It’s amazing the way my body seems to gravitate to him aching to have him run his hands all over me.
“You’re mine, Rachel. You got me? I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but I don’t want anyone else,” he murmurs quietly against my lips.
His words are like a bucket of ice water being thrown in my face. Balling my hands into fists while gripping his shirt, I narrow my eyes on him. “Get off me. I’m not yours,” I snap.
“The fuck you’re not. Doll, the way you reacted to a simple kiss says it all. Tracker was right, you did have a crush on me before you left for college, didn’t you?” he smirks down at me. The insufferable man doesn’t even budge when I try to push against his chest. Then his words click in my head.
Tracker knew I had a crush on Stoney and told him? But why would he do that? It was a childhood crush, one that diminished the day I saw him take a clubwhore.
Shaking my head, I close my eyes, not wanting to think of how crushed I was. How I’d wished it were me, yet I knew it would never be. “It was merely a girl crushing on an older man. Happens every day. I got over it a long time ago,” I state, but I know I didn’t get over it. I guess you can say I loved this man from afar while trying to move on from my crush.
“I highly doubt that, Doll,” he smirks.
“Doubt all you want, it’s the truth,” I mutter.
“Don’t mind if I do, because Rachel, I know I’m right. You still want me, and I want you just as much. It’s why you're mine. It’s why I claimed you as my property, and it’s why by the end of tomorrow, you’ll be wearing my ink. Showing exactly who you belong to, and once that’s done, I won’t let you go,” Stoney states before taking my mouth with his again.
Closing my eyes, I let him devour my mouth. I’ll give myself this moment right now. Come tomorrow, I’m out of here. I’ll get what I need to do back home done, then grab my kids and move somewhere where no one will touch them. Maybe I’ll move to Ireland or maybe even Australia. Doesn’t matter, as long as I’m away from anyone who would dare harm my children.
But those are thoughts for tomorrow. Right now, I want to savor Stoney’s lips on mine. I want to memorize his fingertips running along my skin as he turns us to our sides.
I simply want to memorize him for my dreams. Dreams are the only place it seems I’m ever allowed to be happy.
7
Stoney
Soft whimpers wake me up from a dead sleep. Laying there silently I try to determine which one of the babies is awake. Only the sounds weren’t coming from either of the babies but rather Rachel. Prying my eyes open I glance down at the woman in my arms. Silent tears slide down her cheeks. Something about those tears does something to me.
Furrowing my brow, I look up at the ceiling trying to sort through the confusion in my head. I don’t do shit like this. Haven’t since Marie. I’ve always kicked them out before I passed out. Shit, I didn’t even sleep with Boss when I met up with her in PA. What we did was fuck and pass out for a power nap before going our own way.
Sharing a bed with a woman makes things too damn complicated. I don’t need nor want the aggravation.
Rachel whimpers again in her sleep only this time she turns into me pressing her face against my bare chest. After the twins disrupted our hot as fuck make-out
