Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(45)

I kissed him on the cheek. “I love the sound of that.”

He pulled over by the curb and killed the engine. I dismounted the bike, mourning the loss of the feeling of his solid abs under my palms and the sexy scent of him and his musk that would forever tickle my vagina. I hugged myself, keeping his smell on my clothes as long as possible, wishing I’d taken something that smelled of him like he’d taken my panties—again. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in for a demonically passionate kiss in the middle of the street.

Dazed, eyes closed, breath knocked out of my lungs, I fanned myself when he was done. “Laying your claim here, too?”

“Just until you come to Texas with me. We own our town there. The only thing I need to lay is you on every surface I can think of.”

Laughing, I opened my eyes slowly. “Who says I’m going to agree to go to Houston with you?”

“Who said I was fucking asking?”

My jaw flexed teasingly. “Well, I’ll think about it.”

“You’re coming with me, Jo. No way in hell I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Are you always that bossy?”

“Si, si. You’d better get used to it because I ain’t taking no for an answer.”

It was kind of hot when he threw in some Italian or Southern when he was angry. He was hot. Period.

I slipped my hand from his grip and ambled to the door, Fort parking my car next to the motorcycle. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I waved at Laius. I wanted to invite him in, but my vagina could only take so much. He was huge, and that jewelry, while miraculous, still needed some getting used to. I was so sore. Besides, I needed to help with Rex’s letter. The sooner I did it the better so we could get out of here. I wouldn’t say it to Laius yet, but I couldn’t wait to go live in his town.

If there was one thing I’d learned in life, it was people you loved could be taken away from you in a second, and you should never waste a second away from them or not telling them how much you loved them.

On my way in, I glanced at him over my shoulder. He was slouching against the bike, arms crossed, biceps inflated, his gaze following me all the way. He looked like he belonged on a motherfucking cover for a spicy romance I couldn’t wait to read. “Oh, Laius, by the way…” I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest, “…me too.”

“You too what, baby?”

I grinned with a shrug, my cheeks in a furnace. “Me too.” The words he’d cut off and hadn’t dared say, I was saying them for him in my way.

He froze, a beautiful gleam in his gaze, and I hoped he’d understood. I loved him, too.

I ran up the stairs like a little girl who had just confessed her love to a boy, shy and embarrassed, afraid she’d just made a fool of herself or misread the signs. I entered the apartment, hand clutching my chest as if keeping my heart from leaping outside.

“Be still my heart.” I laughed under my breath. Who knew I could fall head over heels for someone like Furore? Who knew I could be so happy again? With him, not just my pain but the shame and guilt, too faded. They became almost nonexistent. It was like a huge weight lifted off me, allowing me to breathe, to feel truly alive.

I waltzed my way into the bedroom, my smell begging me to shower after that fuck-a-thon. “All right. First shower then straight to work.”

But how could I appeal to a brain like Rex’s? When Laius told me the books his son liked to read, it was obvious he was messing with his father. Caselli and Torre. The Death of Santini. Oedipus. Are you kidding me? They were all books about patricide for God’s sake. Unless Rex was a real psycho, I—

“Jo.”

A loud gasp stuck in my throat, constricting it to the point I felt sick.

“Hush.” Arms snaked around my waist from behind. “Don’t be scared, my little faerie. It’s just me.”

I shuddered, my head spinning. “Ty?”





CHAPTER 28


Jo



“Yes.” Tirone pulled me into his body, my back to his front, his nose skimming over my neck. “Fuck, I missed you, Jo. I missed you so fucking much.”

I almost passed out from the heart attack he was about to give me, but his words flared under my skin like raging pins, keeping me alert. He missed me?! He fucking missed me?! “How did you get in here?”

“You forgot I have a key?”

How did he get past Fort and Laius? He must have gotten in after I’d left this morning and before we returned from Rosewood. Huffing, I yanked myself away from him and twisted. I tossed my sunglasses on the bed so he could see my fury when I looked at him.

He looked exactly the same. A shiny high school alpha hole. Clean jersey and jeans. His body didn’t lose any muscle weight, if something he added more to it. Perfect hair. Clean shaved. Perfect skin, no black circles under his eyes, not even a fucking pimple. No signs of sadness or sorrow. No injuries. Not a scratch. Well, except for that hole in his nose where a stupid nose ring was in place. Piercings are more useful in cocks, asshole.

He was standing here in my apartment, which he obviously didn’t forget where it was located or lost the key to it, in my own bedroom, like he owned the place without a shred of remorse. Now. Of all the days and nights he could have returned, he chose now to show up. “What the fuck are you doing here?”