“Have you looked at those doors? If someone so much as blows on them, they’ll fall apart.”
“And you’re okay with it? The risk of being walked in on while you’re being fucked?”
“It’s you who choose a place with an audience every time you touch me. I’m the poor girl who doesn’t have a say in it anymore. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”
“C’mon. You fucking like it. The risk of being caught. The feeling of being watched. The thrill of being naughty. The power that you don’t give a shit.”
“Well, if I’m being totally honest, while I’ve always been discreet, living in the shadows, keeping my head low, thisopennessyou offer and the power that comes with it are growing on me.”
Like a disease, she gave me her smile. I was grinning like an idiot, in spite of the bubbling rage, because she made me fucking happy just by being in my arms. “You can be yourself with me. Always.”
“I know. But what about with the rest of your friends?”
“I trust my crew with my life. We protect each other. They’ll never hurt you. Hasn’t Fort been watching out for you all this time?”
“Does he know who I really am?” she whispered, alarm lacing her voice.
“Not yet, baby, but he will. The whole crew, too. It’s fucking scorching in Texas. You can’t be wearing that wig all the time. It’ll give you a rash.” I laughed.
Stunned, she touched her false hair. “You knew? Not even my girlfriends noticed or suspected, and they’re women. How couldyouknow?”
“Your girlfriends never had to buy a wig in their lives, I guess.”
She stared at my hair, doe-eyed. “And you did?”
I laughed again. “For my sister. Cancer.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry. Is she…”
“Alive and kicking and a pain in the ass as always. Don’t worry about that little bitch. She’ll outlive us all.”
Her lashes fluttered. So fucking cute I wanted to eat her. “You…seem close.”
“I grew up in Texas, ma’am. All families are close. Too fucking close sometimes. Sammy is the living breathing proof of it. You’d better be ready for dinner parties, barbeques and pecan pies every single Sunday. There’s no escaping that. Ever.”
She smiled but it didn’t touch her eyes. “Laius, I—”
“Take off your wig and contacts and shut up.” I knew what she was going to say, but there was no way in hell I’d accept it. I wasn’t gonna leave her behind. She was coming to Texas with me whether she liked it or not. She was mine, and I’d have her no matter what. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
She grabbed her jeans, fished out a contact case and put the fake hazels in it. Then she unfastened something at the back of her head and took the wig off. Giving me those doe-eyes, she combed through the cascades of cream blond and let them drop down her shoulders.
My cock jutted out as my hungry, mesmerized gaze zeroed in on her stunning beauty. One that matched her mother’s. As if I’d taken a trip back in time, I felt like an eighteen-year-old looking at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, except this time she was mine and naked in my bed, ready for my taking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Like a goddamn—”
“Please don’t say it,” she sighed.
“What?”
“Any faerie comparisons, jokes or innuendos.”
“I was gonna say you were beautiful like an angel. A witch angel, if that’s a thing.”
She blushed. “Oh.”
“Is that what he called you? His fucking little faerie?”
She shrugged, her lips puckered.