of thing, but his first blood wasn’t exactly… I was attacked in there and he found me. He killed the man who did it, but now he’s tied the whole thing up into this place being too dangerous for me. He’s not exactly… rational sometimes when it comes to my safety.”
Aodhan nods and smirks at me. “So you’ve told him exactly nothing about what’s been happening since he left the Bay?”
I smile back at him. “I’ve told him plenty! I’m sure he’s thrilled to hear about all of the baking I’ve been doing while absolutely nothing dangerous is happening in the Bay. Didn’t you hear, it’s become the safest city in the country? A miracle really.”
He chuckles at me, tucking me in closer to his body. “How much do you think Lips is telling him? What about Harley? I doubt he’s taking all of this well.”
The elevator bell chimes and we step in together, scanning the card to head up to the penthouse suite. “Harley is less… single-minded about it. He knows that Lips has trained me well and I can kill if I have to. I don’t think he knows everything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Lips leaned on him a little more with this stuff.”
I also wouldn’t be surprised if she tells him nothing.
She’s a smart girl.
Chapter Eleven
I wake up hours before my alarm goes off in a cold sweat, the old memories of this hotel clinging to me. I decided a long time ago I wouldn’t be afraid of the sub-levels, even before Senior was removed from the picture, but something about talking to Aodhan seems to have dredged it all back up.
The last thing in my mind before my eyes open, my entire body shaking like a freaking leaf and my heart trying to beat out of my chest, is Ash’s face covered in blood and the panicked fury in his eyes when he’d finished killing the man that lured me out of my room to kill me.
I’ve never been so naive again.
That girl died here in the hotel and the jaded, ruthless version of myself took over. A piece of Ash died here too, the boy who didn’t want to ever kill anyone because he didn’t want to become like our father.
Now he just refuses to kill women, even the ones who deserve it.
I lie here, naked, and listen to Aodhan breathe. I’m jealous of how deeply he sleeps. Even if I do wake him up, he can still always roll over and go back to sleep which is a super power I’ve never had. My brain always starts running a mile a minute, running through everything possible that I can think about until I go insane and get up for a coffee so that I can start to plan a riot to make myself feel better.
I can’t really do that here at Oakridge, so instead I slide down Aodhan’s body and wake him up with a blowjob.
I know the moment he wakes up because his hips jerk up, and he fists my hair to push me further down his length. He always manages to walk that line between handling me like I’m precious to him without coddling me, and there’s nothing quite like the taste of him on my tongue.
He pulls me off of him before he comes, dragging me up his body until I’m straddling him, his dick sinking in deep, and that fist in my hair pulling me down to kiss him.
I think I’m in love with him.
“Fuck, Queenie, I could wake up every morning with that perfect pussy on me and it still wouldn’t be enough. Fuck, move, I need you to come on me. I need to feel you come all over my dick before I blow.”
With one hand in my hair and the other on my clit, I can’t help but follow his every direction, swinging my hips and grinding myself against him until I come, his head dropping back against the pillows as he watches me fall apart.
Then his hands move to my hips to hold me still as he fucks me through the aftershocks, coming with a groan loud enough to wake the dead.
I collapse onto the bed next to him, panting and shaking, and he kisses me again, long and deep until I find myself gearing up for round two.
Then my alarm starts screaming, and the outside world once again ruins everything. I have a meeting with a senator that I can’t miss, and we