Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(31)

I don’t want just a taste. I wanna fucking devour you until you come all over my mouth and then lick it all off.

I clenched hard, rubbing frantically, chasing the orgasm—

Ring!

My eyes snapped open. Ring! Ring!

Swearing at the timing, I darted a glare at the drawer when I hid the burner, but that wasn’t where the ringing coming from. That was the goddamn landline. Who would call me on it? Nobody ever did, not even the school.

I straightened up and fixed my clothes, panting, swearing again. I was this close to coming. Whoever was calling was going to get a piece of my mind. As I clawed at the handset, a sudden fright invaded me. What if it was Ty?

My heart thrashed as I tried to control my breathing. My eyes squeezed as I picked up the phone. “H-hello?”

“Hello. This is a collect call from Laius Lazzarini, an inmate at San Quentin State Prison. This service is provided by Tel Communications. For rate information, press one now. To accept this call, press three now. To block all future calls, press—”

I pressed three fast, relieved and a bit stunned.

“Call accepted. Thank you for using Tel Communications. This call will be recorded and is subject to monitoring at any time. You may begin speaking.”

“Buonasera, Miss Meneceo,” Laius said, and despite the frustration I was interrupted at the worst of times and the slight moment of panic this call had caused me, a huge grin hurt my cheeks along with the heat the burst in them.

“Good evening to you, too, Furore.” I tried to make it sexy, throwing in a pathetic Italian accent, as he always did with my name, but it sounded like an embarrassment.

“Your Italian is getting better.” He chuckled. “I prefer Laius from you, though, baby. Say it for me.”

“Laius,” I whispered, butterflies in my stomach as if I were a shy school girl getting her first call from the quarterback who had just said he liked her. Except the quarterback was an outlaw biker, twice my age, and I was his teacher.

He groaned. “Fuck… You know I haven’t washed my hand yet? I keep sniffing at it like a crackhead. Did you shower?”

I cleared my throat, my whole body burning with shame and arousal at what he’d said and what I’d been doing right before he called. “Um…this call is monitored. How did you get this number?”

“I have my ways. Don’t be shy on me now. Tell me.”

I shook my head as if he could see me. “I…I was about to. And before you ask, no, I’m not going to take the phone with me or describe anything for you when I’m in the shower. ”

He laughed. “Why didn’t you do it right away?”

“How do you know I haven’t just arrived home?”

“Baby,” he said as if saying, “C’mon, are you kidding me?”

It felt good that he was keeping an eye on me. Since Tirone left, I hadn’t felt really safe. Not until I met Fort the other day and knew the Night Skulls were watching over me. Not until I knew the smell of Laius Lazzarini’s hug and the feeling of his protective arms.

“Okay. Well, I was…um…reminiscing…but your call stopped me at a crucial timing, and now some parts of me, two to be exact, are blue.”

There was a pause. “Fuck. You’re driving me crazy, baby girl. I hate that you need me, and I can’t be there yet.”

You’re here now. I didn’t say it. There was no way in hell I was going to have phone sex over a prison collect call.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise,” he said.

“What makes you so sure I’ll be there tomorrow?” I teased.

“Because I said so, and you’re my good girl.”

My nipples hardened and a fresh gush of arousal melted my panties. “No, I’m a very naughty girl. I think we’ve established that today.”

“Oh yeah? I gotta punish you then.”

“Is that so? How?”

“No more reminiscing until tomorrow. Until I show you the rest of my punishment.”

Fuck. I could come just at the anticipation of what he planned for me the next time I saw him. “Laius…I don’t know…”

“You can’t be that cruel, baby, and let me miss you like that.” His voice dropped, the playfulness gone.

I sighed. I was going to miss him, too. I was missing him already. How could that be happening? We’d only known each other for a few weeks, when we practically fought every time we met, when I thought he was an enemy about to destroy my life. How could everything change in one day?

“Jo? Still there?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember what I said today before you left?”

You’re mine now. My cum in your panties proves it. You’re mine, and you know it. “Every word.”

“Good. Because I don’t like to repeat myself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you can’t run from me. I won’t let you. So you’d better be there tomorrow, baby girl.”

The threatening tone of his, while toxic, wreaked havoc on my body. I blamed Tirone for it. He was the only boyfriend I’d ever had. My first love and the boy who took my virginity. My body responded to his toxicity no matter how much my brain resisted it. He was always threatening me because of his jealousy and over the top possessiveness. Furore was exhibiting the same tendencies, and while I should be running as far away from it as possible, I was drawn to it like moss to a flame. “Or else?”