Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,42
my guns and the stairs again. Calculating reaction times, sight lines, and objects sturdy enough to stop a bullet, I was mission focused—until she opened her mouth.
“You’re not upstairs,” she quietly admitted.
Stock fucking still, I didn’t react. But I did call her on it. “So?”
She shrugged. “So I don’t like to be alone.”
“You’re not alone. I’m in the same damn cabin.” Shit, was I in it, practically over my head as a matter of fact. But my mind should’ve been out of it, worrying about what was coming up the mountain.
“You weren’t upstairs,” she reiterated.
“Fuck, woman. Say what you need to say or shut up and go to sleep. I don’t have time for bullshit games.”
“I’m not playing games. I just don’t want to be alone, alone. As in, by myself in a room.” She shifted again, bringing her head even closer to my lap.
My dick, not getting the memo to stay the fuck down, pulsed. “Christ, don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.” She was nineteen, and I needed to get my shit under control.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
“Yep.” I made no apologies for it. “Now go upstairs before you get in trouble.” The kind of trouble I’d relish burying her in.
“Oh my God. Fine. If you want me to say it, I’ll say it.” She pushed up to look at me. “I’ve haven’t been alone for months, okay? Two back-to-back stints in rehab makes a person get used to having other people around all the time. Upstairs was so ridiculously quiet, I couldn’t even hear another person breathing, and it freaked me out. So there you go, make fun of me all you want. I just didn’t want to be alone.” She slammed her head back against my chest and settled in.
Goddamn, Luna was gonna owe me for this shit. “I’m not a babysitter.”
“You’re my bodyguard,” she threw out, exasperated.
“Personal protection,” I corrected, emphasizing the latter—for me, for her, who fucking knew. “You need someone to hold your hand through the night, call Amherst.” Let her father deal with this.
She snorted. “Yeah, because he’s been such a great part of my life so far. Having me dye my hair blonde since I was ten and by twelve telling me not to get fat so my ass looked good in a bikini.”
My jaw ticked at her last comment, and I sat up. Pushing her head away from the vicinity of my cock, I shifted out of her reach and stood. “Amherst is a fucking dick.” Grabbing my gun, I dropped the magazine, checked for bullets I already knew were there, then shoved it back home. “You hungry?” I jammed the Glock in my back waistband, but what I really wanted to do was get my hands on her piece-of-shit father until he felt the pressure. Then I wanted to fuck her and show her exactly how goddamn perfect her ass was now that she’d put some weight on it.
Sighing, she stood. “Tell me something I don’t know.” The blanket fell from her shoulders, and moonlight hit her face. “I could eat.”
For a second, I forgot I was thirty-fucking-six.
I was staring at dark hair, ice eyes, lush curves, and damn, the woman in front of me wasn’t nineteen. She was a perfect storm. And Christ, those tits.
Fuck, her tits.
Nipples hard, perfect enough to be fake, they’d fill more than my hand. I could practically feel the weight of them in my palm.
My mouth watered, and I shook my head. “Damn.”
“What?” she asked innocently.
I tipped my chin at her rack. “Those real?”
“Jesus, you’re such a fucking asshole.” She shoved me, and her tits jiggled. “Get out of my way.” She stomped past me, but not before I saw all I needed to see.
“Real,” I stated, following her to the kitchen.
MY BREATH WAS SHORT, MY core was tingling and my skin was suddenly on fire. He stared at me like he wanted to devour me, but then he opened his mouth and the overbearing alphahole dick came out. I shoved him out of my way, but it was too late. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and all I was thinking about was the bulge I’d seen in his pants.
Did cocks seriously come that big?
That shit was like the size of my forearm.
Fuck, Summer, pull it together, pull it together.
Shaking my head, shoving down thoughts of how he smelled like danger and security all rolled into one giant laundry soap, musk and gun oil mess, I aimed for