Soulless (Lawless #2)(41)

“He’s the best dog,” she said sleepily, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin.

“He’s a coyote,” I corrected softly.

“He’s the best coyote,” she muttered.

“He sure is,” I said, kissing her softly on the lips. She moaned and I could tell by the way she was tossing her head around that she was trying to fight off sleep.

“Did you find her? Your mom?” Ti asked through a yawn.

“No,” I answered. “We looked in every shelter up and down the coast but there was no sign of her. Stone’s lead turned out to be a dud. We have time to figure out another plan though. Chop and the MC are out on a ride. Looks like they won’t be back for a couple of weeks or so.”

She opened her eyes, although barely, glancing up at me through little slits. “This was kind of f*cked up.”

“Nah, this was nothing,” I said, waving her off. “If you want to know what f*cked up is, you need to meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake? Is he a friend of yours?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Jake is… Jake helped us when Ray was in trouble.”

“That doesn’t sound so f*cked up,” she said, trailing soft lazy kisses all around my chest.

“No, but that’s why he’s the most f*cked up person I know. You never know what side he’s on. Also, it doesn’t help that he looks like sunshine. Blond hair and blue eyes. The kind of looks you’d see on one of them TV shows all the teenagers like these days. But that kid’s got the devil in him. Only human lives he values are his wife Abby’s and now his kid. Jake’s the only person in the world who scares the shit out of me. You know, besides you.”

“Sounds a little like Rage,” Ti said. “And if he saved Ray, then Jake’s okay by me.” Ti linked her leg over mine, her little thigh resting over mine, her knee grazed my cock which should be as exhausted as Ti but was seriously thinking of how hot another go-round would be.

I mouthed a silent “Thank you” to Tretch as I stroked Ti’s wild hair. After all, it was because of him my girl realized what I’d known all along.

How strong she was.

How resilient she was.

She was going to be a great old lady.

Ti’s eyes danced behind her eyelids like she was watching a dream unfold.

In the stifling Florida heat, we only had a few hours before Tretch started to smell, but cleanup could wait for a little bit, while Ti napped.

I wasn’t anywhere near tired.

Besides, I had no use for dreams when mine was already lying on top of me, fast asleep.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO




Thia


Rage showed up to grab some of her things and when I said good-bye to her she just shrugged and walked off into the grove. “Where is she going?” I asked Bear. Who ended his call to Wolf and shoved his phone in his pocket. Wolf was going to be the one who was going to be running ‘cleanup’ on Tretch’s body.

Bear shrugged. “Don’t know. Never do when it comes to her.”

I followed him over to the truck, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” Bear said, hopping in. I got in the passenger side and slammed the door. Pancakes, without having to be told, hopped in the bed.

“Why her? Why Rage? Why not have some big security dude or big bouncer guy look after me while you were away?” I asked the question that had been nagging at me since the day I’d met Rage.

Bear started the engine and we pulled out onto the road.

“Rage doesn’t care about anything but the job. Things, places, people. She’d done a lot of tracking for the club and I thought she’d be the one to best protect you if it came down to it because unlike a bouncer or security guard, Rage wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”

“That makes sense,” I said, finally having my answer, but for some reason I’d thought there would be more to it than that.

A muscle under Bear’s eye twitched.

“What?” I asked. He waved me off.

“What?” I repeated, demanding to know what had his face contorted in a way that made me think he was trying not to laugh.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Bear burst out into laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?” I asked, growing annoyed as he leaned over the steering wheel, holding onto his stomach with one arm.

Bear set his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Ti, do you really think I’d let a dude stay in the same house with you for one f*cking second, never mind six f*cking months?”

And there I had it. The truth behind the truth. Which when it came to Bear, made the second truth make a whole lot more sense.

We were still laughing as Bear pulled us onto the highway and we headed back to the place where it all started.

Back to Logan’s Beach. Back to Ray, King, the kids, and back to the apartment I’d grown to love.

Nobody was home when we arrived and we hadn’t been back for more than a few minutes before Bear had already stripped me naked and was on his knees in front of me, worshiping between my legs with my his talented tongue and mouth.

It must have been the week for people to walk in on us because right after I’d come down from yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I opened my eyes to find King and Ray standing in the living room on the other side of the coffee table. Bear stood up, completely at ease with the fact that he was still naked, although he wasn’t JUST naked. He was naked and very, very hard. His mouth still glistening from lapping up every last bit of my orgasm.