Page 84 of Tiny's Law

Thank fuck she doesn’t get soap in her eyes, but I make my way to her anyway, pinning her against the counter.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, a little louder than necessary but cute nonetheless.

I lean over her shoulder and cup water in my hands, helping her wash the rest of the soap off of her face. “I told you I’d come over when the meeting was done.”

“Did you? Oh.” She looks up at me with her soaking wet face, water dripping off her face onto the ample cleavage popping out of the top of her hot pink top.

Damn. I really regret Ghost making me come to this meeting tonight. Although needed, I would have much rather been able to ogle my sexy girl all night and watched her let loose with the girls.

Kourtney slips out from under me and makes her way into her bedroom. Finding her sitting on the side of her bed, she leans back on her hands, her eyes bloodshot.

Standing in front of her with my arms crossed, I tilt my head. “You look like you have something to say.”

“I do,” she whispers, biting her lip. At least, she tries to whisper. As drunk as she is, her voice control has gone clear out the window.

“Ask away.”

Looking down at her bright white polished toe dragging along the carpet, she refuses to look up at me. “Kourtney, eyes.” Her glassy eyes fly to mine, and she smiles sheepishly. “What do you have to ask me?”

Her cheeks blush so beautifully for me. Whatever she has to ask me must be good.

“Do you watch me?” She pauses, biting her lip again. “In here, I mean.”

Pressing my tongue to my top lip, I slowly cross the few steps til my feet cage her much smaller ones. I lean down and grasp her chin. “What do you want the answer to that question to be, Kourtney?”

She shivers, locking her eyes on mine. She nods. My smart girl is learning.

“Words?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, my love?”

“Yes, I want you to watch me.”

“Does the thought of me watching you on your cameras turn you on?”

She moans, her head dropping back, showing off her slender neck. I press a soft kiss to the base of her throat. “So much,” she breathes.

I chuckle against her neck, nipping the skin.

“You don’t think it’s an invasion of your privacy?” I ask for good measure. I know kissing her neck makes her weak. I press a line of open-mouthed kisses along her entire neck up to her ear, pulling the lobe into my mouth.

She moans out loud, the sound going straight to my dick. Her hands land on my hips, stabilizing herself, and the close proximity to my hardening shaft momentarily blurs my vision.

“Did you get my text earlier?”

Her eyes pry open, and she looks at me questioningly. “What text?”

I smirk. “I told you you’d pay for what you did earlier. Do you know what I was referencing?”

“The picture of my vibrator?” she asks with hooded eyes.

I flick my gaze over her shoulder, where the vibrator in question lays against her pillow. Reaching around her, I grab the device and bring it into view.

I take a step back from her, and using the vibrator, I point to a camera in the corner of her room. The camera she knows about. “I had to sit at a meeting with a bunch of my brothers, and a few other people. Men that belong to another club. A meeting that very easily could have gone wrong and been very dangerous if I was distracted.”

Her eyes follow me as I cross the room to a bookshelf and point at a book that most definitely was not in her collection before.

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