Shit.
“Just laying down the law now, Zano. When we’re pissed at each other, you can’t switch to nice. I can’t do anything with nice. You know it, so that’s not fighting fair.”
His lips quirked. His hand at my neck slid up into the back of my hair and his other arm curved around me, pulling me close to his hard heat as he totally ignored me laying down the law, and replied, “You know what I like?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. He kept going. “I like it when you act all badass, calling me Zano when I don’t have my hands and mouth on you or my dick inside you. But when I do, all I get is sweet breathy Rens.”
I lifted my hands to his chest and was pressing, at the same time ignoring my inner thighs quivering as I pointed out, “It’s also not fair to be sexy.”
He bent his neck, and with lips to mine, he murmured, “I don’t fight fair, baby. I fight to win.”
I made certain to make note of that.
He made certain I had no retort and did this by kissing me. Then he did it by keeping my mouth engaged as he picked me up like a groom carries his bride and walked me to my bedroom.
By the time we got there, I wasn’t thinking about making a retort.
All I was thinking about was Ren.
* * * * *
Two weeks later…
Ren was moving inside me and I was loving it when his lips at my ear whispered, “This feel casual to you?”
It so didn’t.
It felt beautiful.
Perfect.
My limbs tightened around him and I closed my eyes hard.
Then I turned my head, and, my lips at his ear, I whispered back, “I need more time.”
His body stilled, unfortunately on an outward glide, and my limbs again tensed around him.
Then he started stroking, sweet, slow, gentle, and replied, “I’ll give you that, baby.”
I slid a hand up his spine and into his thick, soft hair, thinking, thank God.
* * * * *
Three weeks later…
I was sucking back coffee as Ren strode into the kitchen wearing a suit.
I stopped, giving myself a moment to appreciate the view. I grinned at him, moved into him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.
I pulled back and mumbled, “Gotta go, babe. See you tonight.”
Before I could make a move to do that, his arm hooked around my waist and he pulled me into his side. His head turned, mine stayed tipped back, and he caught my eyes.
“Been keepin’ an eye on things, and Valenzuela’s lost interest in you,” he announced.
I knew this. Darius was also keeping an eye on things.
I’d had my phone call with Darius the morning after the night of Ren’s and my fight. He had already been made aware of this situation and assured me he was keeping an eye on things and running interference with Lee. Since neither of my brothers approached to tear into me, and Darius had reported Valenzuela was focusing on other things, I knew Darius was successful in these endeavors. So I moved on.
“I know,” I told Ren.