Soulless (Lawless #2)(27)

I nodded. “Shot by my old man and tossed into the bushes on the side of the road, and she shows up twenty-five years later to say good-bye to me.” I laughed, because the entire thing was f*cking absurd.

“Where’s she been all this time? And why find you now?” Ti asked. They were the very same questions I’d asked when she’d showed up.

I shrugged and told Ti how my mom thought that Chop somehow kept her captive, the idea that she’d been drugged all this time, and how Sadie said she wasn’t clear on any of the details.

“She’s why you have to leave again?” Ti asked, leaning into me instead of away from me like she had been. My cock jumped.

“Yeah, if she was important enough to my old man to keep locked up all that time, having her in my pocket wouldn’t be a bad thing. We might be able to use her to get to Chop and end all this.”

“We?” Ti asked.

“We,” I confirmed, and then I filled her in on the conversation I’d had with the brothers in the yard.

Ti smiled. “You have a club again,” she said, beaming up at me. Her reaction took me off guard. She seemed happy that I might find my way back into club life, when I thought it would be the last f*cking thing she’d ever want.

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t go that far. I can’t. I don’t trust them anymore,” I admitted. “I’m not trying to run a mutiny. I’m still not a Bastard.” I paused, searching my brain for the right way to explain what I was trying to do. “This is more like banding together for the sake of revenge.” I told Ti the story of what happened to the BBBs and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Holy shit,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

The moment was interrupted when something with fur flew past us in a blur into the grove.

“What the f*ck was that?” I asked.

“My dog?” Ti asked, squinting against the sun.

“You have a dog?”

“His name is Pancakes. Rage named him although I wanted to call him Muffin, or maybe Donut,” she said watching the spot where he’d just disappeared.

At the mention of donut my thoughts immediately went back to Deputy Dangley Arm. “We’ll talk about the dog later. Right now you just need to listen.” My anger started to boil again. “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?” I asked, squeezing her arms a little too tightly.

Her eyes snapped to mine. “Yes, and I did trust you. I’m here, aren’t I?” she asked. Her defensiveness only egged me on more.

“You weren’t here when I found you in town with that lawman’s tongue down your f*cking throat,” I spat, and as I remembered looking through the windshield and seeing him practically on top of her, the anger I felt washed over me all over again. I pulled her closer.

“Bear, let me go!”

“No,” I growled. “No broken arms next. Next time I break his f*cking neck.”

Ti pulled back again and this time I let her go. “I went there to help you! Bucky kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him back. Deal with it! If you can’t handle it or if you don’t believe me you…you can go f*ck yourself!” she said, staring me down. Challenging me. Taunting me.

I f*cking love this girl.

It was with those words that my anger and lust finally broke free. Any sort of control I thought I had shattered in an instant.

“I’d rather f*ck you,” I said, my own voice rumbling in my chest. Reaching behind her neck, I threaded my fingers up through her crazy pink hair, yanked her face to mine, and crushed my lips to hers.

MINE





CHAPTER FIFTEEN




Thia


Kissing Bear was like getting a taste of a drug I needed to survive, a drug I’d gone without for way too long. I’d grown weak without it. Desperate. With one press of his lips to mine I went from being a junkie on the streets to a rock star, high on a drug I’d never planned on quitting in the first place.

Bear moved from my lips to my jaw, “You’re here, Ti,” he murmured when he reached my ear, his lips tickling my skin as he spoke like he still couldn’t quite believe it. He then licked and sucked the sensitive skin behind my ear, nipping it with his teeth. I gasped. He chuckled. I felt all of it deep in my core. “And you’re real. All the things I’ve waited so long to say are f*cking useless sentences lost in the back of my mind somewhere, because the only thing I can think about right now is how much I need to be inside you again. How much I need to FUCK you,” Bear said, slowly emphasizing the word FUCK. His words sent a flush of wetness between my legs, my body unaware of any prior argument. Its only awareness was of Bear and what he was doing to me and my body. “This little f*cking dress,” Bear said. He reached down and ran his warm palm up the side of my thigh, starting at my knee he, lifting the hem up to my hip along the way, and settling his hand on my ass.

His blue eyes darkened to a glistening black. The air around us changed, growing thicker, heavier, charged with energy.

I shook my head, trying to remember my train of thought. Trying to remember why I was so angry at the beautiful creature who at that moment only wanted the exact thing I wanted. So why couldn’t I just let this go and give in? “I may love you, Abel McAdams,” I said, breathlessly, using his real name for the first time, “but I am no f*cking pushover. So don’t you ever pull that shit again. I won’t be able to take it. I won’t be able to—”