I curled an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close, kissing her temple. “You’re a good chick, Mimi. Cowboy’s a lucky guy to have you.”
Her cheeks pinked. “He doesn’t have me.”
“But you want him to?”
“No… I don’t know…. We’ve been texting.”
“Textin’s good. Get to know one another.”
“I do miss him,” she admitted softly.
“Honey, if you want him here, I’m sure he’d come.”
She shook her head. “It’s too much of a hassle.”
“I don’t think he’d see it that way. He’d be honoured to be here for you.”
“Hmm, maybe,” she mumbled, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll see.”
I smiled. I hadn’t realised how serious it was with Cowboy, since she’d held so much annoyance for me. Then again, it could have also been because I made her feel like an idiot in front of the brothers when I announced there’d be nothing more between us. Although, I guess it worked out if Cowboy and Mimi were getting closer. I hoped it did because Cowboy would be good for her. He was a great guy. At first, I was surprised he joined Hawks, but I’d found out his foster dad was a dick, and Cowboy wanted an out. Hawks gave him that, and we took care of the foster dad. The guy had talent in making signs and worked hard at Coyote’s shop.
Yeah, he’d be good for Mimi, if she rocked up back to Ballarat with me. Though here wasn’t too far from Ballarat; a couple of hours’ drive.
Letting that sink in helped me ease the slight fear I had for when I returned without Taro.
Christ, this “feeling” shit is happening too fast.
Chapter Thirteen
Wolf
Dead on my feet, I dragged myself up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. It was late. I glanced at Josh’s door, hoping it was open or he would step out. There wasn’t the chance to see him earlier, since Jiro had attempted to take his daughters back. It hadn’t worked, of course. There were too many people backing me in the changes I was making within the family.
I lingered for a moment, debating if I should wake Josh.
I wanted to see him.
He’d been on my mind all day.
His kiss. His hands. His body.
All of him.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to walk to his door and knock. The worry of him rejecting me was too fierce, specifically that he’d come to his senses and pick women over me. I still couldn’t believe my luck last night.
Fisting my hands, I ground my teeth together and thought, Screw it. He was what I wanted, and I would make sure he knew it in one form or another. I would walk into his room and demand his attention liked the starved man I was for him.
As soon as I freshened up a little.
I pushed open my door. The moonlight shone through the window from the balcony, and it was then I saw a shape in my bed.
My heart skipped a beat.
No other would be foolish enough to enter my room without speaking to me first. Especially if they made themselves at home by climbing into my bed.
No other than the tattooed man I wanted. It seemed I didn’t need to seek him out, which sent a wave of pleasure through my body.
The sheet was pooled around Josh’s waist as he lay on his back. My throat thickened with emotions at seeing him there.
He’d come to me.
He’d wanted to see me as much as I had him.
He’d picked me.
He hadn’t let his fears and worries contain him.
I stripped out of my shirt, pants, and socks. Freshening up could wait; I needed to have him in my arms. I ached for it.
I made my way over to the bed and paused, staring down at the beautiful man before me. My cock ached. He was stunning.
“You gonna stare at me all night like a creep or get into bed?”
I couldn’t contain my smile. “Stare at you.”
He snorted, reached out, and dragged me down on top of him. “Hey,” he whispered, cupping my neck.
My pulse raced. “Hi. You’re here.”
“Hope that’s okay?”
“It is.”
He tipped his chin up. “Good.”
He was there. Right in front of me, and all I could do was stare at his eyes, his lips, cheeks, chin, hair. My heart couldn’t take it.
He’d been all about women, yet he was taking a chance on our attraction.
“Taro,” he uttered, threading his fingers into my hair.
I dipped my head and took his mouth. It started out light, a peck or two before his lips, his scent, got to me—that, and how he’d tightened his hold on me. I snuck my tongue in, but he was just as eager to get a taste. His arm wound around my waist and gripped me to him as the heat of the kiss intensified. I spread my legs, straddling his waist, feeling his erection through the thin sheet and our boxers. I rubbed against his hardness, drawing a moan from deep within him.
Smoothly, Josh rolled us so he was on top, his hand at my throat. A dark look slipped into his eyes as he gazed down at me. The hold was tight, but not enough it broke off my panted gasps.
“Fuck,” Josh clipped when he rocked against my own hardness.
I ran my hands up and down his arms, waiting to see what he wanted. I would give him anything.
I would.
Why did that thought scare me?
Why was he different from any other I had been with?
He didn’t care who I was or what I had; he was here to test this connection between us. Just us, not for anything else.
When he rocked his hips into mine, I bit down on my bottom lip, and he groaned. My cock pulsated. I wanted him inside me. I hadn’t done that in years, given myself over freely. While I took, I wanted to give with him. I wanted him to fuck me.
“Josh,” I breathed.
The simple breathy word seemed to undo him. He kissed me with everything he had, and I took it all, wanting him, wanting everything. But I needed more. I tugged his boxers over his hips as he ground up and down over me, lost in the kiss. I lowered my boxers enough to slip a hand between us and grip our dicks together.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” Josh bit out against my lips before connecting our mouths in another hot and heavy kiss. I jerked my hand up and down both of us, already so close to losing it because this was Josh. It was his body over me. His dick in my hand. His mouth on mine.
Josh ground down. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his hands on either side of my head and gazed at where I pumped both our cocks.
“So good,” he uttered, pressing his forehead into my shoulder where he bit my neck. “Taro, fuck, close.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Me too.”
“Jesus,” he snarled, lifting up enough to watch my hand rub up and down over our lengths. “Wanna see.”
“What?” I asked, my pulse in my throat, my gut tightening.
His heated, hooded eyes met mine. “Wanna see our cum together on your skin.”
My lips parted, a moan slipping free, his words hitting me right where I needed them to. “Josh,” I whispered, pushing my head back into the pillow as my cum shot out over my stomach.
“Fuck, fuck,” Josh grunted. His gaze was down on our dicks, on my stomach, and then I felt more fluid join mine as I looked down to see the tension tightening in Josh’s arms, his neck, and his chest as he came.