Custom Built (Fast & Fury #1) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,39

don’t worry.”

He simply grins, flashing his teeth. Sitting on his lap on the couch, I straddle him, my hand on the back of his nape. “So you’re pretty and useful?”

Crow laughs, eyes gentle on mine. “Something like that. I even know how to cook and clean without supervision, can you imagine?”

“I thought men like you were extinct,” I tease, kissing the tip of his nose.

“My mom made sure I was self-sufficient,” he replies, then adds in a dryer tone, “Mostly by going traveling and leaving me home to look after Heidi.”

In the midst of everything that has happened, I completely forgot about his sister. “When am I going to meet her?” I ask.

“She’s gone on vacation with her friends this week. But when she gets back I’ll introduce you to her,” he says, kissing underneath my ear, slowly tracing lower to my neck.

“Hmmm.” All thoughts of his sister and whether she is going to like me disappear right through the window.

“I missed you today,” he murmurs, nibbling on my earlobe. He wasn’t at the garage because he was helping do something at Kamikaze. Or at least that’s where I think he was. When it comes to anything to do with the club and its business, the men are all very secretive. Crow doesn’t tell me, and I don’t ask. I think that’s how it’s probably always going to be.

“I missed you too,” I admit, arching my neck for him, giving him more access.

He moans and stands, carrying me in his arms to my bedroom and laying me down. Lifting up my silk robe, he spreads my thighs and starts kissing the soft skin there. At the same time his fingers work the silk tie, opening the robe and baring me to him.

Raising his head, he watches me for a moment, flashing me a smile, before kissing my lips and working his way down. He pays attention to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, then goes lower, taking his own cool time. Always in control, my Crow.

By the time his tongue touches my pussy, I’m so turned on, my back arching, silently begging for more.

“Fuck,” I whisper as his fingers dig into my thighs and his mouth works his magic.

My own fingers thread through his hair, pulling, pushing. I just need to come.

And he gives me that, his name on my lips as I orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me. He lies next to me, a smug expression on his face while I come back to myself.

And the second my mind is functioning again, I’m on my knees in front of him, repaying the favor.

* * *

“I just realized that I don’t even know your real name,” I say, both of us naked and sweaty, limbs tangled.

He makes a sound of amusement. “Xeno Crow.”

“Xeno?” I repeat, eyes going wide. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. So they just call you your last name. I thought there was going to be some epic story, like you once saved a crow, or you fought one or something, I don’t know.”

His laughter makes me jump. “You thought I fought a crow or something?” He pauses, and then says under his breath, “Maybe a raven.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re cute, you know that? There’s no story behind it—Crow is easier to say than Xeno,” he says simply, kissing my shoulder.

Bronte Crow.

Hmm.

“What were you just thinking? You have a weird look on your face.”

“Nothing,” I reply, leaning over to turn off the lamp on my side table, and cuddling into him. “You know, when I was drunk I remember telling you all that stuff about me, and how it’s likely I’ll never be able to have kids biologically. You never said anything about it.”

“I didn’t know if you remembered that or not,” he admits. “But I meant what I said. There are other ways to have children. All that matters to me is that you are happy and healthy. We can worry about the rest later.”

I’m silent for a few seconds. “I need to brace myself for the possibility of a hysterectomy.”

“Then that’s what you should do. We’ll get through it together, all right?” he says, taking my hand into his, offering me his support. “I’ll be here if you need me. Always.”

Telling a man that I potentially can’t give him children has been something that terrifies me, but Crow just makes it seem so easy, like it’s just a hurdle, not a life-altering event. To some men, this would be a deal breaker, and a big one.