And none of them seem to know where to look. Except for Playboy. His eyes are eating Lara up.
But there’s not just interest there. There’s something else. Something like disgust, which makes no fucking sense.
Before I can figure out what is going on over there, my focus snaps back to Turner when he growls, low and warningly, “Graycie-girl.”
“We don’t know anything,” I tell him and I’m right. I know I am. “Nothing looks destroyed or missing, but I haven’t really looked very hard. I’ve basically been standing right here.” I try not to sound annoyed, I really do, but this is a lot and he’s not touching me, holding me.
I barely stop myself from stomping my foot while I stare at him.
Barely.
Now what, Snake?
CHAPTER 18
SNAKE
Now what, Snake?
I swear I can hear my women whispering the words in my ear while my eyes stay locked with her hazel orbs. I’m still trying to process the sheer fucking terror I felt when a call from my father woke me up, while also realizing my Angel wasn’t in bed with me.
Talk about the worst roller coaster ride in existence. Would not recommend and I’m sure as fuck hoping not to get on again.
But she says she’s okay. I blink a few times and try to focus on the woman in front of me.
“Come on, Ms. Lara,” Dad drawls. “Let’s look around and make sure nothing was disturbed or stolen.”
I don’t look in his direction.
I can’t.
Now what, Snake?
The challenge is right there. Burning in her eyes.
My brothers move through the space, Whiskey murmuring, “I’ll check and make sure nothing was added like bugs or cameras.”
“Probably for the best,” Lara deadpans.
While my eyes are on Graycie. I take a step closer to her. She doesn’t match me, but she doesn’t take one back either.
I’m standing in front of the woman who holds half of my soul and my entire heart and I’m huffing and puffing like an asshole. She’s looking at me. Waiting. Expecting.
And I’m laying a damn brick.
Right in the middle of a pink kitchen. How fucking fitting.
I need to find my balls.
“Fuck,” I bite out the word and rub a hand over my face. My arm shoots out and hooks around my woman’s waist without warning.
A little grunt of surprise comes from her chest when I haul her against me, and I mean right fucking up against me. It almost has me forgetting why I rode through town like the devil was chasing me at far too fucking early in the morning.
“I should put you over my knee and spank your ass red,” I growl the words lowly and feel the way her body trembles. It might be the worst fucking time, but my cock perks right the fuck up and takes notice.
“You said I could work,” her words are accusations that feel like little knives sliding right underneath my ribs.
“Yes,” my voice reverberates around us, “as long as someone was watching you and escorting you.”