Burn (Blood & Roses #3)

“It means I’m not driving a fucking car with wood panelling is what it means.”


She huddles conspiratorially over the table, leaning toward me. “Well, I suppose dad’ll just have to be happy to get his daughter back instead then, won’t he?” She looks so fucking happy that my stomach clenches. She hasn’t even laid eyes on Alexis yet, but she has absolute faith that she’s going to be leaving here with her sister tonight. I, on the other hand, have a few doubts.

“Shit’s gonna get nasty real quick if Julio lays eyes on us. We have to keep to ourselves. Try and be invisible.”

She seems entertained by this notion. “And you really think that’s gonna happen? With you here. You didn’t hear those girls talking last night. They’re desperate to see you.” The tone of her voice turns a little sour, making it clear how she feels about that.

“So that’s why you came in spouting about me being disease ridden last night, then?” Last night is pretty much the last thing I want to talk about, but this is too delicious. “Were you jealous, Sloane? Hmm?”

Sloane squirms in her seat, cheeks flushing. “No, I was not jealous! I was worried for my own safety!”

Such a liar. Oh, well. Let her pretend if she wants to. “Yeah, well like I said. I don’t sleep with hookers.”

“What about Alaska? Does she not count because she’s Julio’s mistress?”

“Alaska? Alaska doesn’t count because she’s a crazy bitch. I’ve turned that girl down more times than I can count.” Sloane raises her coffee mug to her face, but I can see the crinkling at the corners of her eyes. She’s smiling. “Why? Did she say I’d fucked her?”

“Oh, she implied it, that’s for sure. Some of the girls were speculating over, um…” Her eyes travel south, staring straight through the tabletop, lazering right into my crotch.

“My dick? They were talking about my dick?” Oh this just gets better and better. Sloane’s face is a bright shade of red now.

“Alaska said it was big, but she’d had bigger.”

“I’ve never fucked Alaska. She’s probably seen my dick, though. And I’m sure she has seen bigger. Alaska used to work in porn. The guys who work in that industry are normally freaks.”

“Well, I’m sure you could work in porn, then.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Sloane starts choking on her coffee. I get the impression she didn’t mean to say that out loud. I bite back the urge to develop the world’s biggest shit-eating grin.

“Oh, Sloane. Did you just compliment my cock?” She chokes again, wheezing, trying to get some air into her lungs. I can’t help it; this is just too easy. “Did you really just compliment my cock? I’m almost flattered.”

“I meant that…oh forget it. Yes, I just complimented your cock. It’s massive. There, do you feel validated as a man now?”

She’s doing a valiant job of trying to own her comments, but she’s still embarrassed beyond belief. “I’m already validated as a man, Sloane. I feel like a man every time I make you scream. No, fuck that. I feel like a king every time I make you scream.”

She stops spluttering and rearranging things on the table, and just looks at me. Her eyes are burning. It’s that look in her eyes that does it. I can’t stop myself. There’s only so much a guy can take, and having her look at me like that is just about it for me.

“Stand up, Sloane.”

“What?”

“Stand up. Follow me.” I get up, abandoning my coffee and my untouched breakfast, holding out my hand. She hesitates for a second before taking it, following after me.

“Where are we going?”

We make it as far as the hallway before I realize we’re not going to make it to the bedroom. I walk far enough to reach an alcove in the hall and I practically lift her up and smash her into the wall, slamming my body up against hers.

“Zeth!”

“Yeah, just like that. Hearing my name coming out of your mouth like that—that’s what makes me feel like a man,” I growl. Her wet hair brushes my face as I bend to kiss her neck, her jawline, her collarbone. She tastes fresh and clean and uniquely her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, so fucking hard. I have to have her. I can’t fucking wait.

I rip the T-shirt over her head and immediately bury my face in her cleavage. The. Most. Amazing. Tits. Ever. I pin her with the lower half of my body, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I can then grab hold of those beautiful tits and I squeeze. Sloane gasps, her head rocking back to expose more of her neck. I don’t have enough fucking hands. I want to be stroking and touching her everywhere.