Duncan (The Protectors #3)(18)

Duncan stood rigid while she wiped the blood away, her eyes focused on his lips. God knew he wanted to kiss her, but she was going to have to make the first move. As much as it pained him, she was in control. He stood perfectly still as she leaned closer. He watched the war rage in her beautiful mismatched eyes. She was so close, he could feel her raspy breath against his lips. With a feeling of victory, her lips touched his; he had definitely won the war that battled inside her. He was the victor and her lips his prize.

*****

Nicole fought her way through the massive crowd of reporters. If one more reporter shoved a microphone in her face, she was going to shove it up their ass. She was so not in the mood. Finally making it to the front door, she stopped at the sight of Damon leaning against a post, hidden from view of the street.

“Where have you been?” he asked without moving, his golden eyes flicking from her head down her body.

“I’m not in the mood for your protective macho crap, Damon.” Nicole cocked her hip.

“I asked you a question,” he barked.

“And I gave you an answer,” she shot back.

“That wasn’t an answer,” he snorted. “That was you being a smartass.”

“That was me being honest.” She took a step toward him tilting her head with attitude. “If you can’t take it, that’s your problem.”

“You’re my f*cking problem,” he growled, grabbing her before she could move out of the way. He plastered her against the pole he had been leaning on. His lips mashed down on hers, his hand moving to tangle in her hair pushing her closer. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t fight. She kissed him just as fiercely. Finally, he pulled away, his eyes black with need. “Do you regret it?”

“Regret what?” Nicole’s eyes, cloudy with desire, stared up into his, her chest heaving for breath.

“Marrying me?” For a brief second, his eyes shifted away. It was so fast she wondered if it had actually happened.

“No, Damon. I don’t regret marrying you.” Her voice was strong and sure. “I do regret that you have no confidence in me. I can take care of myself. I have been, way before you came into my life. I know that’s hard for you to understand, but I feel smothered sometimes.”

“You drive me crazy.” He leaned over kissing her neck. “Absolutely, f*cking crazy.”

Nicole licked his neck before giving him a sharp bite. “Let’s take this inside before we’re on the six o’clock news. I’m sure those damn reporters wouldn’t pass up a segment on the mating of vampires.”

One eyebrow cocked, making him look sexy as hell, he whispered, “Is that what we’re going to do?”

“Making up is the best part of fighting.” Nicole gave him a sexy smile. “And you have a lot to make up for.”

“Oh, really?” He cupped her intimately over her jeans. “I think you have some making up to do yourself.” He rubbed his thumb over her sweet spot, making her moan and squirm.

Swiping her tongue slowly across her lips, she gave him a saucy wink and cupped him, grinning as he swelled in her hand. “Oh, I plan to, Warrior.”

Neither one of them heard the click of a camera.

*****

Kenny Lawrence stared at the television, his shoulders heaving. The f*cking bitch was pregnant. He didn’t know whether to shout in victory or smash his fist through the f*cking wall. Leaning closer, he watched Pam stare shocked into the camera. Damn, she looked good, and had always been a terrific lay. Too bad the f*cking cunt turned on him. He glanced over at the whore who lay across the well-used bed in the hotel room he rented weekly. It was a rundown shithole in nowhere, Kentucky, with a good supply of whores; he was sick of it. He had worked too hard to be in a place like this, and now because of that bitch, he was on the run, but not for long.

One of the half-breeds Kenny had turned and used at his beck and call, came out of the bathroom naked and ready for another go-around with the whore. Ray was dumb as a stump and would do anything he was told. The nineteen-year-old idolized Kenny and that was good, that was Kenny’s plan. He needed the dumbass to trust him because he had big plans, plans that could not fail. He stopped to stare at the television.

“Hey, that’s Pam and that Warrior. She looks f*ckin’ hot.” Yeah, Ray Jones was a fry short of a happy meal.

Kenny held his hand back from smacking the little f*cker. He needed to keep his cool with the guy. A sly grin tilted his lip. “You think she’s hot, huh?”

Realizing he had just called Kenny’s ex hot, Ray stepped back. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“She is hot.” Which she wouldn’t be for long, Kenny thought, but he kept that to himself. “How would you like to have a go at her?”

The kid’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What?”

“Yeah, I’m done with her and she likes them young.” Kenny smirked. “She’s a good f*ck. Hell, we both might do her. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He had noticed how Ray would watch as Kenny f*cked the whore getting turned on, wanting to join in.

A wicked gleam lit his eyes. “Hell yeah I would.” His excitement was showing between his legs. “When?”

Anxious little f*ck. “Soon.” Kenny looked back at the television. “Go f*ck the whore while I make a few phone calls.”