Page 68 of Savage Fire

Jorge slid from the booth and straightened his jacket. Inclining his head at Tessa, he offered her a smile. “It was good to meet you,hermana. You make my brother happier than I have ever seen him.” Turning to Fang, he said, “If you need me, for anything, call me.”

Fang flattened his lips but nodded.

With that, Jorge exited the diner with the same swagger as when he’d entered.

Tessa hurried to finish her pie, her eyes catching Fang’s hungry look.

Back at the clubhouse fifteen minutes later, they didn’t even bother closing the bedroom door behind them before they were on each other, mouth to mouth, ravening.

“Youkissher?” a shrill voice cried out, making them break apart and stare at the bare ass naked woman reclining in Fang’s bed.

“Stella? What the fuck are you doing in here?” Fang barked, pulling Tessa into him, and planting a hand on her hip. It was a visual claiming.

“You kiss her?” Stella asked again, ignoring the menace rolling from Fang in waves. Tessa, beside him, curled her hands into fists, no doubt fighting the urge to toss the other woman out of the room—without her clothes.

“Stella, what. The. Fuck. Are you doing here? How did you even get inside the compound? None of the Bees have ever been allowed inside without me.”

He felt Tessa stiffen; the Bees would be a sore spot between them for a long time.

“I told the little boy at the gate that I was your attorney and I needed you to sign some papers,” Stella answered, finally sliding from the bed to stand before him. Little boy? She was probably referring to Jack, who, at twenty-two, still had a baby face. Much to his annoyance.

Focusing on the woman before him, Fang pointedly ignored a body he once adored, keeping his eyes on her face.

“That tells me how you got here, not why.Whyare you here, Stella? I thought we finished this when I was last at the house. The contracts have been nullified, the house is yours and the other women’s until you can find a place of your own. You and I are done.” He left no room for argument, but that didn’t stop the woman from doing it.

She took a step closer but Tessa growled, “One step closer and I’ll rip your nipples off and make you swallow them.”

Stella halted, her eyes growing wide with fear before a look he knew too well flashed in her gaze.

Malice. Stella was a mean bitch when she wanted to be.

“You are just a fat, silly bitch. You have no idea how to keep a man like Fang happy. I don’t know how you tricked him into kissing you, but that doesn’t matter. He and I never needed kissing to get our pleasure.”

Tessa furrowed her brow turning to look at him.

“Why does she keeping going on about kissing? Why is that so weird?”

Fang sighed. “I didn’t kiss them…or the women from the bordello. Kissing was too intimate for my purposes.”

Confusion marred her features.

“But you kissed me…like on our first date,” Tessa remarked.

“Because I couldn’tnotkiss you,mi amor.”

“So…it was like a Pretty Woman thing—no kissing on the mouth?”

He smirked, loving her sass.

Tessa gasped. “Oh my God, that means I was your first kiss!” she squealed, making his chuckle. He knew she’d get a kick out of that.

“I guess you can say that,” he replied, leaning down to brush a quick kiss over her mouth.

“Hey! I’m still here, bitch,” Stella shrieked, making the slow roiling anger in his guts thicken.

Tessa, finally at the end of her patience, stepped out from under his arm and planted her feet right in front of the much smaller woman. Nose to nose, Tessa seethed, “Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in here, calling me a bitch when you’re the one who can’t take rejection. Javier is done with you, he cut you off, and I know his has a big dick that can scramble your brains, but I didn’t think it would be a chronic issue. Do you need medical attention for that condition, or is it that you are so goddamn needy and clingy that you cannot imagine he doesn’t want you anymore?”

Fuck, was it wrong that he was hard?

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