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  His silence was worse than his insults.

  I followed behind him, and we left my apartment and got into his truck. We spent the ride home in silence. We passed the dark buildings and the streetlights and drove to his place ten minutes away.

  We parked in the parking garage then rode the elevator to his floor.

  It was still quiet, but not the comfortable silence we were used to sharing. It was just silent, painfully awkward.

  We stepped inside his place, and he immediately tossed his keys and wallet on the entryway table. Like nothing had happened at all, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed his bottle of scotch from the cabinet.

  I wondered if my father had done the same thing before Conway and I were born. He was careful to enjoy his hard liquor when he was alone, not even when my mother was around.

  It seemed like I was being let off the hook when Bones didn’t scream at me, but that somehow felt worse. I could feel his rage, his lethal hostility. Not talking about it seemed to be worse than talking about it. “You shouldn’t be angry about what you heard.”

  His eyes shifted to me as he drank from his short glass. He wiped his lips with the back of his forearm and poured more amber liquid into his glass. He stood at the counter in the kitchen, his sleeves of tattoos stretching from shoulder to wrist.

  “I obviously want to be with you, not him.”

  He stared at me in the same way, like I hadn’t said anything at all.

  I couldn’t read him anymore. I couldn’t feel his emotions. Like he’d placed an invisible wall all around himself, he wasn’t letting me in.

  “Griffin.”

  “I don’t give a shit about him.” He downed the glass in one gulp before he slammed it back on the counter. “I don’t give a shit how much he wants you. I don’t give a shit how much he wants to fuck you. If I take you anywhere in public, every man we pass thinks the same thing anyway.”

  Perhaps Bones deserved more credit than I’d given him. He didn’t have the same kind of jealousy that I harbored. “Then why do you seem so angry?”

  “Because I’m going to ask you to do something, and I don’t think you’re going to do it.”

  “What is it?”

  He gripped the counter, his thick arms stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. “I want him to know you’re seeing me again.”

  He was right; that would present a problem. “He might tell my family.”

  “I know. But you’re going to do it anyway.”

  “But that’s a risk we can’t take. If my mother knows you’re in the picture again, she won’t stop until she knows more about you. It’ll get the rest of my family involved, and then we’ll have a serious problem on our hands. The only way this relationship works is if it’s a secret.”

  “I can’t stand by and let this boy think he has a chance with you.”

  “He’s not a boy. He’s a very nice man.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Why are you defending him?”

  “Because he’s never pressured me to do anything. I took him back to my apartment so we could sleep together, and when I said it wasn’t going to happen, he was a perfect gentleman about it. He didn’t try to kiss me or even hug me. He’s a family friend, and I can tell he’s a good guy.”

  “I don’t give a shit how nice you think he is. He’s a boy—I’m a man. I’m your man.”

  “I’m not denying that last part.”

  “Tell him, or I’ll tell him.”

  I stared him down. “I already told you that can’t happen. Maybe if I spend more time with him and we get closer, I can start to trust him. But eventually, people might ask questions, and he could cave. Do you really want to risk that?”

  He stared at me with the same coldness.

  “I can tell him I’m not interested in a romantic relationship—ever. I can tell him we’ll only be friends. That’s more than enough.”

  “I don’t think so. You could say the same thing to me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”

  “Well, I don’t see any other option.”

  He grabbed the bottle and poured another glass.

  “You’ve had enough,” I warned.

  His eyes narrowed coldly before he picked up his glass and downed it.

  I shook my head slightly as I felt my temper start to rise.

  “You can get drunk and walk home alone, but I can’t drink in my own damn house?”

  “You can drink—just not that much.”

  “No such thing as too much,” he said with a growl. “I’m drunk all the time, and you never notice.”

  “Well, you’re about to be more than just drunk. Now, knock it off. I don’t like talking to you when you’re like this.”

  “Ironic. I don’t like talking to you at all sometimes.”

  I raised one eyebrow, my eyes burning with rage. “See? You have drunk too much.”

  “Just tell him, and this conversation is over.”

  “I’m not going to tell him. But I have another idea.”

  “Because you’re always full of such great ideas…” He left his empty glass on the counter and didn’t move to refill it. He brushed off my words like they were stupid, but he obviously listened to me…sometimes.

  “I just won’t see him.”

  Bones’s reaction didn’t change, but he didn’t shut it down either.

  “If he asks to do something, I’ll tell him I’m busy. That way, the only way I might possibly see him is at some family function, and even that is pretty unlikely. I’d never met him in person up until this point, so the odds are pretty good.”

  He was quiet.

  “I think that’s a fair compromise. You aren’t going to get a better one.”

  He finally returned the bottle to the cabinet then walked across the living room and to the hallway. He headed to our bedroom, dismissing the conversation like it wasn’t worth having anymore.

  I guess that was over.

  I followed behind him and entered the master bedroom that I’d come to see as my own bedroom. Everything was decorated in masculine tones and with heavy wood, accompanying his outdoorsy persona. He opened the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a thin piece of blue fabric. It was a soft blue, like the color of the sky. It was a lacy dress that was practically see-through, having no support upstairs and barely enough fabric to actually cover my nipples.

  He set it on the bed. “Put this on.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper before he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. The faucet turned on a moment later, and I knew he was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed while I put on the sex clothes he’d picked out for me.

  I picked up the lacy material and felt it in my fingertips. It had a tight waistband so it would hug my frame before it flared out around my hips. There were no panties with it, so I assumed he didn’t want me to wear any.

  I changed out of my clothes and pulled it on, letting the thin material hug me. My nipples were visible, and the color of the fabric contrasted against my dark skin. I wondered if he’d picked this out for me, or if it was lingerie he had from another woman.

  I shook the thought away because I knew Bones would never do that.

  I was the only woman who actually mattered to him.

  I wasn’t sure how he wanted to take me, so I sat on my knees in the center of the bed and waited for him to finish in the bathroom.

  When he opened the door, he was stripped down to his bare skin. He was six-three of muscle, skin, and ink. His blue eyes were the only color he had to contrast against his white skin and black tattoos. His cock was stiff before he even came out of the bathroom, the copious amounts of alcohol in his bloodstream having no effect on his ability to get hard as a rock. His big dick was ready to go, and when he looked at me, his eyes showed his arousal increase by tenfold.

  I sat on my folded knees in the center of his bed, looking at the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. If our family history weren’t so bloody, he would be the p
erfect man for me. If he quit his current career choice and agreed to a quiet life, I would demand for him to get down on one knee and make me his wife. I didn’t need to spend years with him to know he was the love of my life, the only man I wanted to have forever.

  From his bright eyes to his cold exterior, I loved everything about him. I loved his constant subtle hostility, his enormous size, and his unbridled confidence. I loved the way he fearlessly wore his heart on his sleeve, not ashamed for loving a woman, like most men would be. He was so strong, so masculine, that he could dress in all pink, and it wouldn’t make him any less manly. He was the only man I’d ever met who had the kind of strength I was attracted to, the only man I thought was man enough for me.

  He stood at the edge of the bed, his large cock leaning against the mattress as his crown started to drool. His eyes roamed over my body, taking particular interest in the way the fabric hugged my tits and barely covered my nipples. His eyes moved farther south, looking at my waist and my legs. His gaze shifted back up to my eyes. “How do you want me, baby?” He dropped his knees onto the bed, the mattress sinking underneath his weight.

  I looked up at him as my pussy started to get wet. I didn’t have any panties on to catch the moisture, so I felt more exposed than usual. “I want you to make love to me.”

  His eyes contained his intensity, but the corner of his mouth slightly rose in the form of a gentle smile. “You always want me to make love to you.”

  “You asked what I wanted…” In the beginning, all we did was have animalistic sex. It was about getting hot and sweaty and hitting climaxes that didn’t mean anything. But now I wanted all of him every time. I liked it slow and deep. I wanted his kisses on my mouth and his warm breath on my cheek. I wanted to feel connected to the man I loved, feel him claim all of me. “Are you going to give it to me or not?”

  He stopped above me and slid his hand underneath the fall of my hair. He pulled on the strands, forcing my chin up to look at him head on. “My baby never has to ask twice.” His other arm hooked around my waist, and he maneuvered me until my head landed on the pillow. He set himself on top of me, his muscled thighs separating mine until he’d completely pressed me into the mattress. His mouth hung above mine, but he didn’t kiss me as he directed his gaze on me.

  My hands moved up his tattooed chest, and I felt the strength under his warm skin. I let my fingers travel over his collarbone to his muscular shoulders. Then I moved them up the back of his neck and into his hair, feeling the short and soft strands. My eyes remained on his the entire time, seeing him stare back at me with the same concentration. I loved the way he looked at me, like he’d never looked at another woman that way in his life. I loved the way he made me feel like the center of his universe with just his gaze. His cock wasn’t inside me, but I felt like he was making love to me without even feeling me. Being the recipient of that gaze was enough for me to feel the arousal underneath my skin, to feel the love he gave me every single day.

  He pushed my legs farther back then pinned his arms behind my knees. His thick cock pressed against my wet folds, but he didn’t grind into me. He remained stationary, the weight of his fat dick enough to make my clit throb. “Tell me you love me, baby.”

  My hands moved back to his shoulders. “I love you…”

  He grabbed his shaft and pressed the head of his cock at the entrance to my wet pussy, but he didn’t sink inside. “Again.”

  He was teasing me, torturing me until I could finally have his massive dick. “I love you, Griffin.”

  “Tell me I’m the only man you’ve ever loved.”

  “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.” I pulled on his hips, wanting him to inch inside me.

  His hips remained stationary, not moving at all. “Tell me I’m the only man you’ve ever made love to.”

  Every other man I’d slept with had just been about sex, and according to his definition, they were all boys. None of them competed with him. “You’re the only man I’ve ever made love to.”

  He finally inched inside me, moving deeper and deeper until he was positioned far within me.

  I moaned when I felt him, treasuring the way he stretched me so good. Every time I took that monster cock, it felt like the first time. He filled me so well, stretched me in a way every woman should be stretched. “Tell me you love me.”

  When he was buried between my legs, my wetness surrounded him on all sides. My channel squeezed him hard, not a single centimeter of space separating us. His gaze was steady above mine, looking into my eyes as his body clenched in arousal. “You know how much I love my baby.” He started to thrust inside me, pushing his enormous length in then out again. Our bodies made noises as they moved together, his shaft quickly becoming coated with my cream. He moaned as he felt me, moving a little slower because it felt so good.

  He moved his lips to mine and kissed me slowly as he rocked into me, tapping the headboard lightly against the wall. He felt my mouth with care, his soft lips moving with mine, breaking apart, and then coming back together once more. He gave me his tongue next, kissing me hard as he kept thrusting inside me.

  Every time we made love, it was better than the last. I loved when he was gentle with me, taking me softly. He’d never been this easy with a woman, but he was with me because he loved me. He’d never given this to someone else. He might have more experience than I did, might have had threesomes and other crazy adventures, but this was something he’d never given to anyone else before.

  That made me feel special.

  My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I kissed him as I felt him press me into the mattress, the pillow folding around my head every time he pushed into me. I felt the pleasure between my legs, the way my arousal grew every time he hit my sweet spot. Our mouths moved together in passion, our tongues gliding along each other before our lips parted. I moaned into his mouth because it felt so good, felt so good to move this slow. My entire body was lit on fire, and I felt my stomach clench with goodness. “Griffin, I’m going to come…”

  His lips moved against mine as he spoke. “I know.”

  My hands moved to his ass, and I pulled him into me harder, wanting it faster as I came all over his dick. My cream sheathed him to the base and built up underneath his crown. I moaned against his mouth as he took me away, took me to paradise. “Griffin…yes.” My eyes closed, and my mouth widened to let my scream emerge right in his face.

  He pounded into me forcefully, making me come even harder. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”

  My head rolled back, and I finished my climax, writhing as my hips bucked with the spasms. My vision cleared once the pleasure passed, and I saw his handsome face staring down at me as he continued to pound into me.

  “Come inside me.” I grabbed his hard ass and pulled him deeper inside me.

  He moaned against my mouth. “I will. But I want to watch you come again first.”

  I’d been with a few men who could make me come, but I’d never been with a man who could make me writhe twice in one session. I thought it was an urban legend because men couldn’t hold themselves back that long. But with Bones, he could do anything, conquer anything. “Yes…”

  Nine

  Bones

  My life was nothing like it used to be.

  Now I shared my entire existence with one person, spending every waking moment with her but still missing her.

  She spent her day in the art room, making her creations under the sunlight that filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling window. Sometimes I would stand in the entryway and watch her, study the way she held the paintbrush and ran her fingers through her hair. She made magnificent pieces just from ideas in her mind, and it was truly incredible to witness her genius.

  She shouldn’t have been in art school to begin with.

  She was a natural.

  Every night, we would have dinner together then go to bed. And every night, she was on her back with her head on the pillow, and I was in between her legs, b
uried deep in her arousal. I made love to her the same way every single night, slow and deep. I kissed her and felt her lips tremble against mine. It was so domesticated, so vanilla, but I’d never loved sex more. I loved making love to this woman every night, no matter how slow or repetitive it was. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sinking her into the mattress, kissing her like I loved her, and feeling her come around my dick over and over. She just lay there, and I thrust deep and slow, enjoying every single moment of the bliss.

  I was pussy-whipped, and it didn’t bother me at all.

  I was sitting in my office when Max called.

  “Hey, man. How’s married life?”

  His taunt didn’t bother me at all. “No complaints. How’s jerking off every night?”

  He chuckled. “Not as good as pussy.”

  “You got something for me?”

  “I do. I’ll send you all the info over our server.”

  “Where?”

  “Turkey. The guy has been doing some illegal nuclear work down there, selling information he shouldn’t be selling. The client has put a huge price on this, so I’m sending you and Shane. I think this is a two-person job.”

  I didn’t mind having backup. “What’s the payment?”

  “Sixty million.”

  Split two ways, that was more than enough. “I’m in. When do I leave?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Alright.”

  “I’ll send you the information now. Let me know if you have any questions.”

  “Okay. I’ll coordinate with Shane.”

  “Alright.” Max hung up.

  Vanessa sat across from me at the dining table, a spot of blue paint on her neck. She’d showered after working all day, but she somehow missed the tiny dot.

  I didn’t tell her it was there because I liked it.

  I made salmon and greens, my most popular dinner. Packed with protein with no fat or carbs, it was the superfood I needed to maintain my size.

  “This is really good. I’ve never cared for fish, but this is great.” She took small bites as she ate her dinner, sipping her wine every now and then. Her eyes were down at her food, her small mouth moving as she chewed.