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 hard 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.”
One woman grinned, plopping herself down on the sofa. “Yeah, Luka.” She looked him and up down. “Let’s talk.”
“Talk” sounded very much like “fuck” coming from her lips.
“I would shut my mouth if I were you, Fernanda,” Pav growled through gritted teeth. And when the second woman lost her ability to hold in her laughter, Luka looked pissed. “Don’t make me come over there, Luna.”
It was then I noticed the women were twins.
Fernanda wore her dark hair long and wavy down her back, while Luna had her hair short, buzzed at the sides and longer at the front, messily styled. Fernanda wore tight jeans and a tiny tee that showed off her stomach. Luna wore baggy cargo pants and a loose tank with a sports bra underneath. Fernanda looked highly feminine while Luna wore black eye shadow smudged around her eyes with an attitude that said “approach with caution,” but their tall, slim bodies were the same, their faces identical.
Fernanda licked her lips seductively. “Sounds like you missed me, Pav.” Then she winked, and when I turned to glance at Luka, he looked as though he wanted to take the few steps over and throttle the woman. “But,” she sighed, “that’s what you get for banishing us.” Her lips pouted melodramatically, as she uttered, “You shot me in the heart, baby.” Quite suddenly, her face changed and she muttered darkly, “How about I repay the favor?”
“Jesus Christ.” Twitch huffed out an irritated breath. “You got a death wish, Fern.”
When Luka pulled out his gun and pointed it at her, the expression Fernanda wore was one of sheer victory. And he knew immediately that he’d revealed too much in his actions.
Oh, yeah. My wide eyes settled on the way Fernanda watched the Croatian Sensation. They were definitely a thing at one point.
“I wouldn’t provoke me, Papi.” Fern sat tall, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “I’m a woman.” Her eyes narrowed on Luka before she leaned back on the sofa, resting her arms over the back of it. “Been washing blood stains off my clothes since I was a teenager.”
My brows arched.
Oh, snap.
It was hard not to be affected by the woman. I kind of liked her brand of sass. I could definitely learn a thing or two from her.
The man behind the two women spoke, and I’d never heard anything like his rich, gravelly voice.
“Enough.”
It reminded me of sex.
Yes. That was it.
It was pure, unadulterated sex. I felt it all over. And it disturbed me enough to take a step back, away from him.
“No one asked you shit, Thiago,” Luka spat viciously. “If I needed you to mediate, I’d fuckin’ ask for it.” He then ran a hand down his weary face. “It’s bad enough I got the Vegas in my goddamn house. I don’t want to hear you, man. You’ve been warned.”
The man, Thiago, was tall and built like a Russian war tank. With a broad chest, thick neck, and a scowl without rival, he was all muscle. His dark hair was buzzed short and stubble lined his razor-sharp jaw. His strong chin, high cheekbones, and tanned skin reminded me of a G.I. Joe figurine. Only G.I. Joe came off like a pussy compared to this demon of a dude.
When he caught me eyeing him with a frown, he settled that unimpressed glare on me, and, nope, I did not dig it. But instead of being scared, I surprised myself by being thoroughly irritated. And when I uttered a perfectly calm, “You keep looking at me like that, you’ll lose an eye,” no one was more astounded than I was. What was even more astonishing was, I meant what I said.
I felt Twitch move into me, and complete and utter adulation flowed through me. With that small gesture, he spoke volumes.
He had my back, forever and always.
Thiago held my gaze a long moment before his lips twitched and his face softened marginally. When he spoke to Twitch, all he said was, “She yours?”
And Twitch replied, “She’s wearin’ my ring.”
Thiago’s lips thinned, and he muttered a quietly aggravated, “Wonderful.”
What was the matter with these men?
Thankfully, the conversation came to a halt when Molly came into the room holding A.J.’s hand, but as her eyes landed on the three vagabonds, she tugged my son back, holding him away from the danger the holy trinity clearly emanated. Unfortunately, the little monster had already seen his father.
His soft brown eyes widened in sheer delight, as he called out, “Daddy!”
With a force that was unnatural for a five-year-old to have, he snatched his hand out of Molly’s and started to run. The second he reached Twitch, he jumped, and papa bear caught him midair, holding him close as A.J. hugged him around the neck so hard he had to be strangling him.
“There he is.” Twitch grinned into our son’s hair, kissing his head then swinging him from side-to-side, patting his back. “How you doin’, bud?”
A.J. held him tight. “You were gone forever,” the little gremlin muttered sadly, and my heart ached.
But Twitch didn’t care that he was choking him. He wanted his son close. There was a thickness that lined his tone. “I’m back now.”
“Aw,” muttered Fernanda, turning wide eyes to Luna.
Luna put a hand to her heart and her mouth gaped before letting out a disbelieving, “Twitch.” Her eyes landed on our little boy and she blinked at him. “You’re a father.” She sounded absolutely stunned, and that kind of shock normally only came from people who you were familiar with.
As in, closely familiar with.