Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(37)

Her brows tightened as she twisted to hit the spacebar on her laptop and the music cut off abruptly. Then she stared at me. “This is my room now. And my bed. Trust me, I had a new mattress brought in, along with a brand-new bed. Even happier about it now.”

“Ouch.” The mock sigh didn’t win me any points, so I just carried the flung textbook on governments around the world and set it on the bed. It had to be a couple of thousand pages. “Don’t want to sleep in my bed?”

“No,” she said firmly, folding her arms and glaring at me. “Get out of my room, Lachlan. Now.”

There was something hot about the way she said my name. Even if I didn’t like how bad her throat sounded. “You see a doctor about that yet?”

“None of your business,” she said, dropping her folded arms to stalk toward me. “Get. Out.”

“Hey,” I said, enjoying the contact when her hands slapped against my chest. This close, I got a better look at her. I caught her biceps before she could retreat. “I came to check on you.”

Her eyebrows climbed.

“Wounds me that you don’t think I care, Ace. Didn’t I come through for you in L.A.?”

The shock on her face was probably an insult. But if she wanted to make me work for it, well, then I could deal with that.

“I’ve been worried since the fire, but apparently my brothers are keeping secrets. Didn’t know you’d moved in with Jonas, and Ramsey definitely didn’t say a word.” A fact I’d take up with both of them later. “If I’d known, I’d have been here to see you sooner. How are you?” I rubbed her arms. “Really. And have you seen a doctor about your throat?”

What did one do to make that better?

The stroke of her tongue over her lower lip created a stuttering halt to my thoughts. “Goddamn, Ace,” I whispered as I dragged her a little closer. “I’ve missed you.”

A part of me braced for her knee. Worth it, but I’d missed these sweet lips. I’d missed the firebrand in her eyes. I’d missed the bite of her teeth as her mouth opened to me. The connection sizzled to life, and I drank in the taste of her as she went from flattening her hands on my chest to fisting my shirt.

The drag pulled me to her, and I slid a hand up into her hair. It was like silk on my fingers. Her gasp was the perfect accompaniment to the way she met the thrust of my tongue with her own. All the blood in my body went south, but I kept my attention on the kittenish flicks of her tongue as I explored her sweet taste.

Fuck, I’d missed this. Missed her. When she scraped her teeth over my tongue, I welcomed the pain. Even more when she bit my lower lip. All claws and teeth, my girl.

The next bite drew blood and I lifted my head to find her eyes hot as she stared up at me with her face flushed. I waited for the wicked sting of her verbal lashes, but it didn’t come.

“Did you get my presents, Ace?” I had to know. I stroked my thumb over the fullness of her damp lower lip and she dipped her lashes.

“Presents?”

“The coffee… the running shoes? The clothes?” I dipped my gaze to her legs. Was she wearing a pair of those panties right now? Oh, the idea tantalized me.

“Hmm,” she hummed with a shrug, releasing my shirt. “Were those from you?”

I grinned slowly. She wouldn’t even entertain this game if she hadn’t got them. “Tease.” I pressed another fierce kiss to her lips. “Get that throat looked at, Ace. I can find you a good doc if you need it.” The idea of picking her up and tossing her on the bed was right there.

I could slip my hands down and pull away the t-shirt to get a good look. Except she hadn’t thrown me out yet, so no need to tempt fate.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I promised against her lips, then forced myself to let her go and retreat. It was a stone bitch when every part of my body wanted to be right there with her, but my brain was right.

She wasn’t ready to be caught.

Yet.

So, I didn’t look back as I let myself out of the room. Nor when I was heading down the stairs.

But I did whistle.

My dick was so hard, I might pass out from blood loss soon. Better to go jack off, take care of it, then have a little fraternal chat with the pair of traitors in my family.

I could imagine that wet lower lip of hers and what it would look like when I painted it with my cum.





Sixteen





KC


After Lachlan’s rather unexpected and intense visit, I kept my bedroom door closed and locked unless I was fully dressed. I thought about asking Jonas about his brother, but we had this kind of armistice going. I’d found my favorite creamer in the fridge, along with the milk I preferred.

So far, if he wanted to use the television in the front room, he’d asked me if I had plans first. If he was already settled when I came in, he would pause to see if I needed it or wanted it off.

Considering the last time all four of us had been in the same place—well, not counting parents' weekend—he had tried to relocate Lachlan’s jaw. An activity I kind of approved of, but either way, I just didn’t want to rock the boat.

At the same time, just… what was Lachlan doing here? At the school. He’d graduated and yet he was here. After a consultation with Doctor Don, I was still not running yet. He said walking only, no pushing it.