Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(28)

He rose to his feet and subtly adjusted himself. Fuck, the glimpse of the outline alone was huge. “When I tell you to come, come.” Then he winked. “Pun intended.”

“No, Laius. I will not—”

He ignored me and was now talking to the people at the table. In a second, the other inmate was on his feet, protesting yet complying with Furore’s wishes. Furore nodded for me to join him. Despite the other frowning man and glaring woman coming my way, who looked like they were about to murder me, I didn’t have the courage to leave my seat because I knew deep down if I went there, I wouldn’t have the willpower to deny Laius. Honestly, I was starting to think I’d give that man anything he asked for, and that was what terrified me the most.





CHAPTER 18


Furore



“I will not have sex with you,” she said under her breath, my favorite shade of red scorching her face as she threw a quick glance around the room. But no one was watching. We were in the corner away from the view of the guards and the cameras. I’d kept her safe from everyone else, but there was no one to keep her safe from me.

“Hey, look at me. Don’t look at anyone else.” I leaned closer, getting high on her scent. “Did you really think my first time inside you would be a quickie in a stinky place like this dump?”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“Because you’re driving me out of my fucking mind in that skirt,” I said, and she fidgeted in her seat. My eyes roamed toward the buttons of her green shirt I was dying to undo so I could fill my grip with those tits, and then dropped down to her snug black skirt, to her ass that filled the chair and then some. “Fuck, you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” I stared at her legs, wishing I could hike the fabric of her skirt up her thighs and then…

Blushing deep, she tucked her hair behind her ear, which I was still positive it was a wig. “Do you really have a son?”

I snorted with an eye roll. “You shittin’ me right now?”

“Answer the question, please.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose because she was trying to change the subject and the time we had left wasn’t enough for half of the things I wanted to do to her. “Fine.” I wanted her to believe and trust me. I wanted her to tell me the truth about her. She might not be the Larvin’s kid, but she was someone else other than who she claimed to be. I wanted a lot from Jo Meneceo or whatever the fuck her real name was.

So, to save us both the time and the doubt, I told her everything about my boy and the bitch Delilah and her fucking husband. How I used the same scare tactic the Lanzas used on me and got Delilah to change her testimony. I’d sent Fort to Delilah offering her a choice. I wasn’t gonna play the Lanzas’ game, so McNamara was going to die. In that case, I’d rather I killed him myself. The choice was simple. She could either stick to her testimony and had her precious fucker in a grave or change her testimony and keep the asshole alive.

She knew I wasn’t bluffing. If I was going down, it’d be with a bang. She also knew no one could protect her husband from the Mob but someone like the Night Skulls. We both put our past, pride and vendettas aside for now. She changed her testimony, and I assigned men to keep McNamara alive. It stung that I had to protect that piece of shit myself, but I’d do anything for a chance to be with my boy and my brothers. For a chance to be with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

“Now, where were we?” With one hand I held her wrist under the table, and with the other I unfastened the front of my jeans. Her breath caught as I pulled my cock out and brought her hand to it.

“Laius, what are you—”

“No more questions, baby girl. Time to thank me.” I closed her shaking fingers around me. Her jaw dropped as her fist explored the length and girth. She couldn’t see me under the table, but she gasped when she finally found the end of my dick. I couldn’t help the quiet groan that escaped me as I felt her hand on my cock for the first time, and I fucking pulsed in her fist. I widened my knees. “Stroke it up and down. It won’t take long.”

“What if we get caught?”

I smiled at how innocent she was, afraid of getting busted doing something wrong. “We won’t. Just keep your eyes at me. Better if you take those goddamn shades off. I’ve already seen your eyes, why hide them from me?”

Her fist started moving, and the way she licked her lip when she did almost made me nut on the spot. “Do you like hazel eyes?”

“I like you, Jo. Even if you were fucking blind.”

She swallowed, and the sound of her breathing became higher. Her fingers trembled around me and almost slipped.

“Hey, eyes on me. Only on me,” I commanded, keeping her hand steady on my erection. The way she was nervous, while so fucking sexy, could draw unwanted eyes on us.

“Why do you like me?”

No clue. I’d imagined her lush curves naked in my bed, fantasized about every way I could put my dick in her, and then dreamed about holding her at night. I imagined her on the back of my bike and wearing my cut. I didn’t know what it was or why, but she had me consumed, maybe even obsessed. I’d never experienced something like this. The need for one certain woman and no one else. “I said enough questions. It’s my turn to ask. Have you touched yourself thinking of me, baby girl?”