Page 32 of Filthy Hot

Eventually, I soften and slip from her body, and only then do I take a step back from her. I take that time to undress completely, considering my jeans are at my ankles, and I’m still wearing my shirt and cut.

As I finish undressing, I watch Kyle shakily walk to the bathroom. She closes the door and does whatever the fuck she needs to do. I crawl into bed, throwing the sheet over my lap, and position the pillows behind my back as I lean against the headboard.

Kyle opens the bathroom door, and my dick twitches at the sight of her. She’s got her hair messy from our fuck, her face soft, and she’s naked.

Amazing.

She makes her way toward me, climbs onto the bed, and silently slides up beside me, wraps her arm around my waist, and places her head against my chest.

“When do you leave?” she asks, her voice soft and sleepy.

I run my fingers through her hair. She lets out a heavy sigh, then flexes her arm around me. I enjoy running my fingers through her hair, feeling the softness of the strands.

“I gotta head out in a few hours,” I murmur.

“No rest for the wicked,” she says, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest. She’s wearing a smile, her eyes searching mine for a moment.

I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and grip her gently there. “Yeah. Hopefully, I’ll be done with it all soon and right back here.”

“Rider?”

I hum, unable to look away from her gaze. She smiles before her face grows almost solemn. Arching a brow, I watch her for a long moment, waiting for her to continue.

Finally, she does. “What are we? I mean, I don’t know you well enough to really be anything, but at the same time, what is this?” she asks.

I could tell her that we are whatever I say we are. That there is no defining what we are because we’re fucking adults. I don’t do boyfriend/girlfriend shit, never have and never will. But something tells me that Kyle is not going to be okay with any of that.

This is a woman who not only needs but also deserves more. I don’t want to make any kind of false promises. Though, that also would not be right. So, as I stare at her, as I watch her, I wonder what would be fair or right.

My lips twitch into a small smile as I think about what to tell her, but instead of trying to come up with anything, I just say the truth. The truth is always best anyway, isn’t it? It should be.

“I don’t know what we are, babe,” I begin. “But I want us to be something. I like this, you and me, together.”

She doesn’t say anything immediately, her eyes searching mine, and then she finally speaks. “I like us, too. I’ve never done anything like this,” she whispers.

“Yeah, I gathered that you’re a good girl.”

She snorts. “I don’t know howgoodI am.”

I already know that she’s a good girl. I’ve been around enough bad ones—I can spot the difference. Shawn and Ryan are both good, and Kyle rivals them wholly. Lifting my arm, I use the back of my hand and slide it down her cheek.

“You’re my woman, Kyle. That’s all we need right now, yeah?”

She smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I’m not sure what is going on in her head, but she clearly is thinking of something that she doesn’t like. I start to ask her, but I decide against it. Whatever it is, she’ll tell me. I just hope it isn’t too late, whatever it is.

“Does that title,your woman, does it come with monogamy?”

I remind myself of that one word—honesty. “I’ve never had a woman before, never had to be monogamous,” I confess the truth. “But I want that with you.”

And that is another truth.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

GNAW

The Southern Mafiaare fucking ridiculous. As we pull up to their clubhouse, which is a mansion on the outskirts of Shreveport, there are security cameras all around. There is no way for us to sneak inside, but there is a front door, and I’m not shy.

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