His fingers flex around my throat before he relaxes them. “Those men will protect you with their lives if I tell them to. They’ll also treat you like a whore if they think the opportunity arises and you’re not claimed.”
“Claimed?” I ask, choosing to ignore the whore part because that’s terrifying.
He hums, his blue eyes searing into mine. I feel like I might actually ignite from his gaze alone. “Claimed as mine. My woman. Mine.”
“What does that mean for me?” I ask.
I’m not sure what he wants from me. He wants to take me, protect me. He doesn’t want to keep me, but he doesn’t wantanyone else to have me. It’s too confusing for me to try and work out without him explaining more.
“It means you’re mine… for now.”
I’m not sure why, but pain slices through me at those words—for now. I hate them, but I can’t blame him. We don’t know anything about one another other than how we feel when we’re fucking.
“Nash,” I murmur. “I’m sorry I tried to be manipulative. I swear I’m not that person. I was just scared and trying to find some insurance.”
Something happens. His hand drops from my throat, his face softens, and his lips turn up into a smirk. Then he leans forward, his forehead touches mine, and he lets out a long sigh before he lifts his head, and his eyes find mine again.
“I get that, James. This is a whole different world you’ve been thrust into. You’re in limbo, and we’ll get you all sorted, but right now, it’s going to stay in limbo until I know you’re safe.”
“Then what happens?” I ask.
Nash gives me a grin and a wink. “We’ll figure it out when it’s time. But this,” he says, lifting his hand between us and moving his index finger back and forth between us, “I like what it is. I know it can’t be forever, but how about we enjoy one another for now?”
I don’t ask him why it can’t be forever. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about our age difference. He might be a lot older than me, but he doesn’t look it. He looks better than most guys my own age, and he's stronger, too. The man threw me over his shoulder more than once as if I weighed absolutely nothing at all.
“Nash,” I call out, keeping my eyes on his blue ones and wishing I could be even closer to him than I am.
I don’t know what it is about him, but I want to be near him. Close to him as much as I can. I missed him today. And maybeit’s the fact that he’s my savior, but I don’t care. I just want his blue eyes on mine and his hands somewhere, anywhere, on my body.
“I do really enjoy you. There is nobody else I want to be with. Those guys just all showed up, and Bugsy took me to that room. I didn’t know…”
Nash cuts me off, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss. “I’ll be talking to them,” he murmurs against my mouth.
And that is that. His tongue invades my mouth, which I more than welcome. My eyes close, and I become a big pile of goo in his arms. When he breaks the kiss, my shirt is stripped over my head and thrown somewhere in the room.
Then he does something that, once again, proves he’s not an old man and grips the backs of my thighs, picking me up before he tosses me onto the bed. My entire body bounces three times before it stops.
I expect Nash to climb on top of me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands to the side of the bed, and I watch in complete awe as he strips completely out of his clothes.
God.
Holy shit.
He’s beautiful.
I’ve seen him naked, but not enough to truly take him in, and oh my god.
His muscles are defined but not overly so. He’s got tattoos all over his body and a smattering of chest hair that I want to run my nails through. I can’t even focus on one thing because it’s all a sight to behold.
Then my eyes shift down his chest, to his waist, and then his… cock.
Rising to my knees, I move toward the end of the bed. I want him in my mouth like I’ve never wanted anything before. Hetakes a step forward and then another until I’m at eye level with his hard length.
When I wrap my fingers around him, he lets out a grunt. I want to explore more, but I don’t think he’d be okay with that right now. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the head of his length, my eyes looking up at him through my lashes.
His face is set, his jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He’s holding himself as still as possible, and I know it’s taking every ounce of his control. Slipping my tongue out of my mouth, I swirl his head.
A moan escapes his mouth.