After a few more drinks, Anna relaxes. She throws her head back and laughs at something my mom says to her. There’s a feeling building in my chest and whenever I look at Anna, it gets stronger. I’ve not felt it since Michelle and I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to ignore it.
“Pres, am I in your bed tonight?” asks Bonnie, sidling up to me on the blanket. I feel Anna glance briefly in our direction, but with Cree and Eva talking and my mom and Leia, I’m certain she didn’t hear.
“I’ll let you know,” I mutter quietly.
“It’s just I’m horny as fuck and I need—” I cut her off before she can finish her sentence.
“Enough,” I growl. She presses her lips together and moves away from me.
Anna pushes up from the ground. “Toilet?” she asks, and I point towards the clubhouse.
“Straight through to the back. The red door.” I wait for her to leave and then I turn to my mom. “She’s nice, right?”
“Really nice. Her kid’s sweet too. You wouldn’t think she was Reggie’s kid.”
“You wouldn’t think she’d spent years with Reggie either. She’s so innocent to this kind of life. If he did anything right, it was that he shielded her from it all,” I say. “Can you keep an eye on Ziggy and Malia? I need to talk to Anna alone.” Mom gives me a knowing smile and I head inside after Anna.
I meet her as she comes out of the bathroom. She looks up in surprise as my hands brush each of her cheeks gently. Her chest rises and falls and her tongue darts over her lips again. I move my mouth inches away from hers and she sucks in a breath. I smile right before I press my lips against hers. I kiss her with everything I have. I pour my soul into her because it’s all I’ve thought about since the second she sat on the blanket next to me today. Hell, it’s all I’ve thought about since she walked into The Windsor with her bad attitude. I back her to the wall until she’s cornered.
When I pull back, she glares at me. “What the fuck was that?” she hisses. “I heard you and Bonnie less than five minutes ago.”
“It’s not what you think,” I begin.
“It never is with men like you,” she huffs. “It sounded pretty much like you were keeping her on hold in case you got lucky with me!”
“Fuck, that’s not what that was,” I groan. “I haven’t had—” I stop talking when Rock passes on his way to the bathroom. “Shit,” I grumble.
I take Anna by the hand and pull her towards my office. She tries to get free, but I turn to her, my patience wearing thin. “Stop!” I warn and she glowers at me.
“Make me,” she hisses. I swoop down and throw her over my shoulder. “Riggs!” she yells, hitting my lower back with her small fists. I grin because she’s no idea how her fighting turns me the fuck on.
Once we step inside the office, I place her down. “I’ve never had sex with Bonnie. She stays in my bed, but we don’t do anything like that.” Anna stares at me sceptically. “I don’t sleep,” I confess. I tap the side of my head. “It’s always fucking busy in here. I know it sounds fucked up, but the only time I can sleep for more than an hour at a time is if someone’s sleeping next to me.”
“Like a comfort blanket?” she mutters.
“Maybe,” I shrug. “Who fucking knows? I just know it works, and if I don’t sleep, then this place goes to shit. I’m crazy when I’m tired.” It’s the most I’ve ever told someone I hardly know, especially a woman. Even Bonnie’s never had a full explanation. I rake my fingers over my head. “It sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. Bonnie and I aren’t fucking.”
Chapter Nine
Anna
I throw myself at Riggs. It’s my body’s automatic reaction to him and the confession he just gave me. I’m tired of suppressing how I really feel and the shots of alcohol that Eva plied me with have helped loosen me up.
He catches me with a surprised look on his face. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my lips to his. This seems to kickstart him into action and he holds me tight against him. We kiss and nip at each other hungrily. His hands squeeze my ass and I can feel his erection through his jeans. I grind against him, unashamed because I need him. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt attractive or wanted, but he makes me feel both of those things with just one smouldering look.
We crash against the office wall and the pictures shake from the impact. “Lose the shirt,” he growls. I waste no time pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor.
He kisses me hungrily. His mouth works down my neck and chest until he’s tugging the cup of my lace bra down. He nips the soft plump flesh and flicks his tongue over my erect nipple. I hiss, throwing my head back and arching my back from the wall. The feel of his beard against my skin is causing reactions way down deep and soaking my panties. I begin rubbing myself against him again, needing to feel friction there.
He lowers me to my feet and towers over me with his hands at either side of my head. “Lose the bra,” he demands. I reach around the back and unclip it. It falls to the floor as his mouth goes to my other
