Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,35
good reason. “But a vibrator isn’t another man,” I ground out.
He laughed, but I heard him moving about the room and it was damn hard to stop myself from twisting around to see what he was doing.
I bit my lip, feeling oddly exposed which shone a light on how liberated I felt.
There was no modesty permitted between Cruz and me.
And I fucking loved it.
When the chair opposite my bed squeaked, I tried to picture how he’d look, his legs crossed, one of his ankles hovering on his knee as he watched me.
He could do this for a while.
His patience was better than mine, and I worked on people’s bodies for a living. Inking lines and forming memories on their skin for hours on end. If anyone understood patience, it was me, but Cruz was different. He was capable of putting me in the spotlight for hours at a time.
Shit, maybe he was right. Maybe I was an attention seeker, because even if it hurt, there was nothing better than being in his spotlight.
“You want my dick all for yourself, hmm?”
I clenched my teeth. “It depends.”
“On? Whether I want your pussy all for myself?”
“Yes.”
“Jingles came on to me today.”
My eyes flared wide. “That bitch—”
“—was just doing her job. Especially as nobody knows about me and you, do they?”
Brow puckering because I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, I just asked, “No. They don’t.”
“You want to stake a claim on me, Indy, then a claim needs to be staked.” He sucked in a breath. “However, I want you to know something before you make a decision.”
“What?” I rasped, because whatever I’d expected him to say, it wasn’t any of this.
“Being with me means putting yourself in danger.”
He didn’t have to tell me that. Ever since that night when I’d had a nightmare, my heart had been in danger, and it sucked because I was that walking cliche I hated.
Going gaga for a guy, losing myself along the way. I’d always vowed to avoid that particular fate, but I’d failed.
Even worse, I’d fallen for a goddamn biker.
He wasn’t wrong about the danger. Just being with a Sinner was to invite a whole underworld’s worth of trouble my way. Being a sister to two of them as well? More than an invitation. I might as well have spread my legs for fate and begged it to come and fuck me now to get it over with.
“What kind of danger?” I asked. “The usual?”
“No. Very unusual.”
I licked my lips. “Is it council-sanctioned?”
“Yes. It is now.”
Meaning it hadn’t been.
Warily, I asked, “It is club business, then?”
“Yeah. That’s why I can’t talk about it.”
“Does Nyx know about it? And, if he does, would he kill you for getting me involved in it?”
He snorted. “Nyx would slaughter me if I was a missionary and was trying to solve world peace if it meant he knew about us being together.”
“True,” I conceded with a grimace. “But you know what I mean.”
“He does know, and he’d kill me but he’d have killed me if it wasn’t something I’d brought to the council’s attention. As it stands… I’m not an enemy of the clubhouse.”
As I pondered that, I switched gears. “You want to brand me?”
“No. Not yet. You haven’t earned my brand yet.”
Christ, that shouldn’t have twisted up my insides, but it did. And not with outrage, either.
Every feminist sensibility in me should have been shrieking, but when he talked like that it hit me right between the legs.
“Do you want me to earn it?” I whispered, and the question was momentous because earning a brand was something I’d never wanted.
But Cruz’s?
Christ, I could deal with his. Only his.
“Yeah. I do.”
“What made you come to this decision?”
“Realized if any pussy was gonna have a say in my life, on my decisions, over my choices, I wanted it to be you.”
I blinked. “Romantic.”
“About as romantic as I get.” His laughter, however, told me otherwise, which made me wonder if he could be romantic, and how that’d look—mind-blowing, probably. “Especially as we’re having this conversation with you holding that pretty pussy on full display. You want my tongue on it? Sucking on your clit?”
Gulping, and knowing nothing was better than him going down on me which had gifted me my first addictive orgasm, I rasped, “I do.”
“Make a decision, then. It’s now or never, Indy.”
“W-What do you mean?”
“I mean that tonight’s the last night or the first night. The decision is yours.”