Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(42)

“After tonight, that glorious title is questionable.”

“What the fuck? Rex’s dickness is rubbing off you?”

“Furore was in love with my mother. He slept with her.”

“That was twenty-three fucking years ago.”

“He never bothered to tell me that truth.” That might make me sound like a hypocrite because I was in love with his son and kept it a secret, too. The difference between us was that I was going to tell him tonight and I never knew he was Tirone’s father when I fell for him. “He knew from day one I was her daughter.”

“So what?”

I scoffed. “Let’s say I’m that open minded to accept to be in a relationship with my dead mother’s ex. How can I trust the feelings he has for me are real?”

“C’mon, teach, don’t be such a chick. You know he’s fucking smitten. He’s never been that shitfaced in love since…” He cut off his sentence and swore.

“Since what? Since my mother?”

He just twisted his lips.

“And why do you think he does?” I cried, pain stabbing my heart. “Because I look like her.” He should have seen the way Furore looked at me when he saw what I really looked like.

“Jo, you’re a smart gal. Don’t jump to conclusions without talking to Prez first, all right? Take the night, blow some steam, but you have to listen to him before you make any stupid decisions. Don’t be a dick like Rex.”

I wiped my eyes, sniffling. “Whatever, Fort. Can you run to the drugstore, please? Let me fix your wound, and I know Ty will be back soon.”

“How do you know?”

“Because his girlfriend will pick up. She always does when he needs her the most. She’d calm him down, and he’d be back before you knew it.”

I marched to the reception and paid for the rooms. Fort’s bike roared in the dark. I headed for my room. Taking a deep breath, I entered, and opened the bathroom window, knowing, without having to take the call ringing inside my purse, whom I’d find waiting outside.





CHAPTER 24


Jo



A Few Months Ago



“Your neighbor is having a party. There are too many people coming and going tonight,” Ty said over the phone.

My shoulders slumped. “So you’re not coming over tonight?” I was so used to his sleeping next to me I didn’t think I could ever sleep again without him.

“No fucking way I’m gonna miss a night with you. Leave your bathroom window open, baby.”

A huge grin replaced my frown. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’m coming in Romeo style. It is the east, and Jo is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, and open that goddamn window now.”

I giggled. “Now?”

“Yes, Jo, now.”

I hurried to the bathroom and opened the window. Then I peered at the fire exit ladders. They were old and tricky to climb. “But the orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here.”

“With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these stairs; for rusty metal limits cannot hold love out.”

I giggled again at how silly and yet so romantic this was. Tirone knew his Shakespeare and that alone was enough to make me fall in love with him. That and his incredible abs and Adonis belt along with his hopeless sweetness underneath the dark surface.

A cap appeared down the building. Then his head popped up, and I saw his grin. He hung up and started climbing. I couldn’t look. If he slipped or got hurt, I’d scream and everybody would know about us. I mumbled a prayer until his head peeked in from the window.

Swiftly, I helped him in and threw myself into his arms. “Thank God.”

He shut the window. Then he took off his cap, his lips possessing mine. He cupped my ass, picking me into his embrace and putting me on the bed.

“So glad you’re here. I’m so tired and sleepy,” I teased.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I feigned a yawn.

“Well, I’ll make you sleep, but not before I punish your holes hard and long, starting with that mouth. Get on your knees and keep it open, you little slut.”

My whole body tingled with arousal. With Ty, I’d discovered I had a degradation kink. I liked it when he called me names and treated me like a whore. His whore that needed to be punished because I was such a bad girl.

It was a form of therapy that eased my guilt about our relationship and helped with some of my daddy issues, too. Not to mention how much it turned Ty on. There was nothing that could bring me to the edge as fast as the groans and growls Ty made when he was aroused.

Blushing, I went down on my knees and opened my mouth wide waiting obediently for his cock to punish me.

He watched me, taking his time, and then he just sauntered to the bathroom. It was a part of the game, the wait, the anticipation, a form of punishment on its own.

That and I knew he was going to clean up after that climb. Ty was a neat freak and incredibly clean, not just for a boy, but for people. Another thing I loved about him, but sometimes it hovered around OCD. Not just a little like he’d said.

When he came out, he was shirtless, bestowing me with the view of his strong pecs and gorgeous abs. He tipped my chin up and held my gaze long enough to build on my desire. Then he pushed his thumb inside my mouth. “Suck it.”