allowed to see it?” Daphne bounces on her heels and has a giant smile on her face.
“What’s it that you tell me sometimes? Something about waiting makes good things worth it?” I say, trying to throw her words at her, but it fails.
She shakes her finger at me. “Someone is getting sassy.” She tugs the lapels of my cut and having her near almost makes me forget about Mercy staring at her. Almost. It’s one thing for strangers to look at Daphne, but a… friend? I guess that’s what he is, to the club at least. It’s crossing the line. I won’t have him lusting after her.
Killing someone for betrayal leaves a sweet taste in my mouth. I’m not afraid to kill Mercy. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I’ll need to keep a close eye on him. Daphne was uncomfortable too.
“Stop it,” Daphne says, wrapping her arms around my waist and tilting her head back. “You’re thinking too hard. Stop it or I’ll have to take you down so I can unwrap this gift myself.”
“Take me down where?” I kiss along her jaw. “The floor? In front of everyone? I won’t like them seeing you come on my cock, Comet.”
“Tongue.” She tilts her head back more and lets me have my way with her throat. So soft, so creamy, so slender. I can see the blue tint under her skin from the delicate vein. Daphne read to me once that the jugular veins, when severed, can drain blood from the human body in 5 to 15 seconds.
How beautiful is that?
It’s important for people to protect themselves, or something as sharp as a knife could end their life with one quick swipe.
I press a kiss to the nearly exposed vein, vowing to protect it from such evils.
Like me.
Those feelings bubble in my chest again. I feel exposed.
Nothing scares me, but that does. Because it means someone can see my weakness and use it against me.
“Okay, I’ve tortured you long enough. Just… keep an open mind okay? I’ve never made anything for anyone before.”
“It’s big,” she rasps, her cheeks painted a brilliant shade of pink, and the tint turns darker when she realizes how her words sound. “That too.” She grinds herself down on my leg against my shaft.
I glance up to see a few guys watching us, but they hurry back to their tasks when I narrow my eyes at them. One grabs the wheelbarrow and the other starts cleaning up the sheets of broken drywall. “Not here, Comet.” I kiss her one last time before I’m pulling myself back, reluctantly dropping my arms at my sides. If we keep touching one another, I’m afraid we will say ‘fuck it’ and not care about everyone else around us. I’ll bend her over and fuck her on all fours while the contractors watch. Maybe then, they will stop looking at her.
“Then stop staring at me like that,” she says.
“Never. I’ll never stop staring you like this.” Trying to rein in some control, I take a full step away from her and land on a board, which rocks from the awkward placement of my foot. I have to put space between us or this damn gift will never get unwrapped.
“Okay,” I blow out a nervous breath and continue to cut around the packaging. It’s just a bunch of random cardboard pieces I put together. Daphne has a habit of sneaking home new shipments of books she orders for the store. Every single day, a new box shows up, and she insists she has to read every book before putting it up on the shelves. She’s horrible with breaking down boxes and putting them in the recycling bin. She gets too excited about the damn books.
After the different sized boxes accumulated against the wall of our bedroom, I decided they would be perfect to use to wrap her gift.
“Tongue, whatever it is. I’m going to love it.”
I nod absentmindedly as I run the tip of the knife through the black tape. It’s a big box, and heavy. It’s impressive Mercy got it in here all by himself. Probably showing off for Daphne.
Strike two.
And when strike three comes, I’m going to rip his tongue out of his mouth and let him watch while I feed it to Happy.
“You’re getting lost in your head again.”
“Am not,” I argue.
“Are too.”
“Am not.” My lips twitch to smile, but they don’t. Happiness is a learning process and the muscles in my face aren’t used to being