Page 29 of Unspoken Vows

“Tiger—”

“You didn’t say you were going to ask me. Nope. You were going to ask Iron. I guess you were so sure that I’d agree you didn’t think to ask my opinion, or hell, who I’d even choose to have joined us.”

“Lennox—”

“I’m actually a little disappointed. I would have thought you’d pick another girl. Isn’t that supposed to be every man’s fantasy? What’s wrong, Ghost? Afraid you couldn’t please two women at once?”

“Damn it?—”

“You should be worried you couldn’t live up to the competition,” she huffs, and that pushes me over the edge.

Moving quickly to the bed, I push her suitcase—clothes and all—off the bed. They scatter on the floor, but I ignore them. I grab my woman with a hand around her neck and back her up against the wall. I know I’ve shocked the hell out of her because she doesn’t even fight my hold. That’s probably a good thing because she could easily hand me my balls. I’ve seen her in action. I keep my hand on her, pinning her against the wall. Wedging my leg between hers, I press my body against hers.

“I fucked up.”

“No shit.”

“Women have fucked me over a lot in my life.”

“Poor, poor, Ghosty. I’d feel sorry for you, but I can’t seem to find it in me. Maybe they wouldn’t have screwed you over if you consulted them before you farmed them out for your brothers to play with.”

“I saw you talking with Iron, and I got jealous.”

“What the hell for? I don’t even like him.”

“I didn’t say it was logical. I just didn’t like it. Then, you said you liked my dick,” I growl, shoving a hand in my hair and pushing it away from my face in frustration.

“I said I liked your … Should I have said it was tiny, and I hated having sex with you? What the fuck is going on in that head of yours, Ghost? You seemed so normal. I should have known there was something seriously wrong with you.”

She pushes against me, trying to break free, but I refuse to let her go. I know if I let her get away, I’ll lose her. Lennox isn’t the type of woman to just hand out second chances. I refuse to admit that I feel panicked, but I know I want to keep her in my life. With my kind of history, that’s huge. Now, if I could just find a way to make her understand.

“I’ve let a woman fully in my life twice, Lennox. Just twice.”

She goes still. I see mistrust in her eyes, but she stops fighting to get free. “I’m listening,” she says grudgingly.

“The first time, she fell in love with the president of my club.”

“Liberty?”

I shake my head no. “My old club in Miami, Babe. Her name was Toi.”

“Toy. That sounds like your kind of woman.”

If I wasn’t worried that I was about to lose my shot with this woman, I’d laugh. “You’d like her.”

“Doubtful,” she mutters. “Unlike you, I’m possessive.”

She has no idea. “The second was my nurse after I was shot and left for dead. That’s the reason I have issues with my voice. It works decently if I talk with a lower volume, but it sounds completely different from how it used to. She helped nurse me back to health. Until her, I’m not sure I wanted to survive. We began working together and planning for what I thought was our future. In the end, she was with me out of pity and wrote me a Dear John letter when she deemed I was well enough to survive without her.”

“Don’t tell me I’d like her, because right now, I want to kill her.”

“You’re the first woman since that fucking mess that I’ve ever looked at, Lennox. I have issues, and I let them get the best of me.”

“I—”

“I’m sorry, Lennox. You deserve better. I don’t want to share you. The thought of it almost kills me. I want you to stay with me—me and only me.”

“Ghost …”

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