“So. Are you guys seeing each other or what?”
I sigh and shrug. “I don’t know. I think he wanted to before—I mean, before he found out I’d lied to the club. Now I just… I don’t know.”
Trink frowns at me, downing the last of her beer before cracking open another one. Clearly they’re not going anywhere soon. “Explain it to me. Explain the whole thing, start to finish, and I’ll try to figure this out for you. I mean, it’s a little gross with him being my brother but fuck it, I’d rather it be you than some other bitch.”
I open my mouth and Poe interrupts me. “She doesn’t mean the sex bits, leave those the hell out. I still can’t believe Tomi bagged someone as hot as you, he’s fucking blessed.”
Trink fake gags and I open another beer before I start the story. I need the buzz to get me through it.
Because there’s only the three of us, I feel comfortable enough to work my way through the beers, my buzz quickly turning into the room spinning and my words slurring. I’m fucking drunk, for the first time in my life I’ve pushed it past my limit.
It’s fine until there are lights in the driveway and Trink groans from where she’s dancing to some song playing on her phone. “Fuck me.”
Poe scrambles up off of the floor. “What is it? Is it Demons? I’ll call it in, fuck, where’s my gun?”
Trink scoffs. “No, dumbass, it’s our ride. I told Tomi I wouldn’t drink too much and here I am… fucking wasted.”
My heart clenches in my chest.
Lovestruck.
Oh God.
Oh fuck, I’m too far gone to deal with him like this.
Poe giggles at the look on my face. “You didn’t promise him shit, Angel! You’ll be fine. Fuck, tell him to go home! Tomi! Go home, Angel is too drunk for boy bullshit.”
I can’t move from where I’m lying on the couch so there’s no stopping her, no trying to get her to shut her freaking mouth and quit embarrassing the life out of me. At least I’m incapable of blushing in my current state.
From where I’m sprawled out I can see Rue scowling down at Poe while she dances around excitedly, yammering on about painting this place but I can’t even chime in because she’s talking a mile a minute.
Eventually, he gets over her shit and slings her over his shoulder in one swoop. He ignores her squeals of outrage and just stomps out, cussing and muttering about idiot girls.
Tomi stares down at Trink like she’s his number one problem and she glares back up at him like he’s some evil brother she can’t stand.
This whole night has proved to me how much they adore each other.
“This is taking it easy?”
She grins at him. “Hell yeah it is! I even managed to talk Poe outta lighting your hog on fire for being a dick to Angel. You’re fucking welcome.”
He scowls at her and then shoos her out the door, shutting it and locking it behind her.
Wait.
He’s still in the house. In my house with me and not driving away with his family. Oh God. This can’t end well.
He stalks over to me, looking around at all of the cracks and shitty holes I’ve just patched up.
“I get that it’s a pile of shit but it’s my pile of shit, you know?”
He frowns at me like I’m being an asshole but he’s the one standing there staring at the peeling paint like it’s so fucking fascinating.
“Angel, I’m trying to figure out how the fuck you got up there to caulk shit. Like I give a fuck what this place looks like, it’s yours and I’m gonna make sure it’s safe for you.”
I frown at him, watching as he walks up to the back door and looks out at my backyard like he’s expecting some Demon assholes to show up.
“What are you doing here, Tomi?”
He scowls at me and stalks over, grabbing a bottle of beer out of the bag Poe’s left behind. He offers me one but I need to sober up a little.
“Wherever you are, that’s where I’m staying. That’s how this goes now, Angel.”
My heart does this stupid flutter in my chest like that was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.
Wait.
It kind of is.
“And what if I don’t want you here? Do I get a choice in the matter?”
I don’t know why my mouth is running but I’m too fucking wasted to stop it.
He shrugs and sits down on the couch with me, moving me until I’m draped over his lap and his hands are tangled into my hair.
I try not to fucking purr.
“If you don’t want me here then I’ll go out and sit on my hog all night, watch the place and make sure you’re safe. I’m not letting you outta my sight again, sweetness. If that means I’m outside watching the house while you sleep, then so be it.”
He sips the beer and stares up at the cracks again.
I need a TV to distract him from that shit. “Is this because you’re ‘struck?”
He shrugs. “I don’t care why, I’m just letting you know how it’s gonna be.”
I lie there while he finishes the beer, enjoying the feel of his hands in my hair and the hard muscle of his thigh under my head. “What if I want you to stay? What if I want you to sleep on this couch with me?”
He drains the last of the beer and sets it down on the floor. “You don’t have to ask, Angel. I’m staying.”
I don’t feel all that drunk anymore, just really fucking horny. I never did get the promise of his homecoming, to be able to wear those pretty little panties for him, and when I sit up and climb into his lap I almost feel ashamed of the state I’m in.
He’s only ever seen me dressed up… or beat up, I guess.
“I bought some new panties for you, and a corset to go with it. Lemme go get changed.”
His hands clamp down over my hips and keep me still, his own hips surging up from the couch to grind against my pussy. “Next time. You’re perfect where you are.”
His eyes are hot when they take in my face, a scowl taking over him when he sees the busted lip. I lean forward to kiss him but he’s gentle with me, treating me like I’m breakable.
It’s jarring.
I want him desperate for me, the same way I am for him, and my brain is all types of messed up because I whimper into the kiss. “Please don’t give me up. Please don’t stop wanting me.”
His hand reaches up to fist in my hair again, tugging tight and holding my lips to his. “I told you. You’re mine, just because I’m not hurting you doesn’t mean I don’t want you just as fucking bad as I always have. Take your pants off, sweetness. Panties too, I want that pussy riding my cock like you ride the pole.”
I scramble off of him, his hands never leaving my hips and keeping me steady as I shove my pants down my legs and climb back onto his lap, my pussy bare and already wet for him.
He kisses me as two of his fingers stroke over my pussy lovingly, slowly sinking inside me like he’s savoring the feel of my body clenching around him.
I pull the sweatshirt over my head and tear my bra off, leaning over to kiss down his jaw to his neck. I’ve never explored someone’s body like this, I’ve never wanted to, but there’s something so fucking perfect about licking and sucking and biting my way down to where his shirt and cut cover the rest of his skin from me.