Newsflash boys—I’m a big girl.
Racing to our bikes, I throw my leg over it and rev the engine, looking over my shoulder at Kian. He revs his in response, and we take off, leaving the docks behind.
Chapter 43
Cruz
“Wherearetheynow?”I demand, pacing behind Jase. I know I’m making him nervous, but I don’t give a shit. Now that Dutch is back in my life, the thought of something happening to her brings me to my knees.
“About a mile out.”
My fists clench. She better not have a mark on her or I’ll be taking the same marks out on Kian. I glance at the clock and back at the screen, Jase hunching his shoulders as I stand over him.
“How about you wait in the garage?” he suggests in a soothing tone. How old does he think I am? Three? I growl in reply. “Okay, okay, sorry. They’re two blocks away now.”
I tear out of the room, just barely catching Jase’s sigh of relief as the door slams behind me. Not bothering with the elevators, I storm down the stairs, my heavy footsteps ringing out like shotgun blasts. Ripping the final doors open, I race through the hallway leading to the secret entrance to the garage. Slapping my hand on the biometric lock, I pray for it to hurry the fuck up.
Lucky for it, the light turns green, and I practically rip the door off its hinges in my haste. Skidding to a halt, I watch as the doors open just wide enough for Dutch and Kian to ride through before closing. I wait, with my arms crossed, for her to park, my eyes greedily drinking her in as she takes off her helmet.
Her face lights up when she sees me, the simple act warming me from the inside. She appears unharmed, and the fear that had been rampaging inside me since she left dissipates. Dutch looks excited, her eyes sparkling and mouth curved up, so I surmise that it must have gone well. Before she can say anything, I scoop her up and race back to the stairway, her laughter floating behind us.
I refuse to let her down until we’re in our bedroom, the apartment locked tight against anyone stupid enough to try and intrude. She stands before me, her eyes twinkling, lips curved up in a smile. I take a moment to appreciate her beauty, then step toward her, reaching for the zipper on her leathers.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you are not injured.” I slowly, so slowly, pull the zipper down, revealing the simple white t-shirt underneath. Pushing the leathers back over her shoulders, I trace my hands down her arms, slipping the long sleeves down. Stepping into her, I press my face against her neck, breathing in her sweet smell that is tainted by the scents of gunpowder and blood.
The mixed scents surge into my bloodstream like a call to the animalistic side deep within me. Lust sings in my veins, my cock growing harder by the second. With more force than necessary, I yank her hands free from the top half of the leathers, then run my tongue down the side of her neck, nipping her carotid gently with my teeth.
She whispers my name, swaying into me, and I feel feral, a beast set to ravish and plunder. I want to mark her with my teeth and cum so that all know who she belongs to. I hold it back, desperately hanging on to my humanity and rip the shirt off over her head. I drop to my knees when I see the bruises spread across her stomach, fury coursing through me.
Despite my feelings, I trace gentle kisses over the bruise. Her hands come down to tangle in my hair. “I’m okay,” she murmurs, trying to soothe the raging emotions in me. “That’s just from me falling onto a crate after blowing up Vincenzo’s limo.”
I need to see if there are more. Yanking the leathers over her ass, I pull them down her legs. She places her hands on my shoulders so I can unlace her boots and pull the remaining part of the one-piece off. Looking up at her, my breath catches at the tenderness in her eyes. Tossing her boots and leathers to the side, I glide my hands up her legs, reaching for the waistband of her leggings. Tugging them down, I reveal the tiny scrap of underwear she’s wearing and hiss in a breath at her scent. Pulling the leggings down slowly, I reveal her legs, inch by inch, until I rip them off over her feet.
There are dark, nasty-looking bruises on her knees, and my brows lower as I glare up at her, a brow raised in question.
“There was a man on a crane. He was going to shoot Kian, so I dropped to my knees and blew him out of the sky with my RPG-7.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
Using my tongue, I swipe it over her damaged knees before planting a kiss on them. Then I stand and pull her into me. “Never again,” I say harshly. “I’m just going to lock you in this apartment so you can’t be hurt.”
She chuckles, the rumble vibrating in my chest. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” She tilts her head back and looks into my eyes. “But I’ll make you a promise. I’ll do my best not to put myself into a situation where I might be harmed if you’ll do the same.” Dutch pauses for a moment then continues. “Well, after Vincenzo is dead. I can’t promise before that.”
I don’t like that. At all. Scooping her up, I toss her on the bed, then climb up after her, ripping her panties off, then doing the same with her bra. I send them sailing across the room, my hungry gaze devouring her. Fuck, she’s stunning.
She looks back at me with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. I settle myself carefully over her so as not to crush her and taste her lips. She opens for me, and I delve inside, our tongues dancing as I leave no space unexplored.
Dutch moans and sweeps her hands over my back, hips bucking against my erection, making me hiss against her mouth. Breaking away, I suck deeply on her neck, leaving my first mark. She writhes under me, and I smile against her flesh, knowing how much she loves her neck being kissed.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Use your words. What do you want?”
“I want your mouth on my cunt and your fingers in my ass.”
