Page 151 of Crimson Tears

I glance around as Boris walks over.

“What is it?” he asks, scanning the area as if a threat were going to come out of a brick wall. He hands the keys to the valet then comes to stand beside me.

“Are you alright, Little Fox?”

I snort at his Papa Bear protectiveness coming out already.

“Our girl here is worried about what others will think when they see her with a man on each arm.”

I reach in, pulling her out of the car before she can even think to turn around. “When she should be worried about how close I am to stripping that dress off of her right here. She looks good enough to eat.”

When I lean in to press a kiss to her throat, I can’t help but sink my teeth into her flesh and bite her becausewhy the hell not?Her hair is up, her long neck is exposed so perfectly for me to claim and mark my territory.

“Killer,” she warns as I begin to suck.

When I pop off, I bite my lip, looking her up and down.

“Even better than dessert,” I say with a cheshire grin.

“Let’s get her into the restaurant first,” Boris quips, making us both look at him in surprise.

He shrugs. “Play your cards right, Kid, and I might let you have dessert before dinner tonight.”

Smugly, I lick my lips. Nessa notices and smacks my arm.

“The two of you are pigs.” I know it’s a joke, so I lean in and snort in her ear.

She laughs as Boris pulls her away from me, and we all walk into the restaurant together. At first she is stiff between us but begins to relax after a few moments.

Our waitress eyes Nessa when we both kiss her head after pulling out her chair for her.Nothing but the best for our girl.I chuckle to myself when the woman looks at me and I wink.

Making people uncomfortable is so much fun.

I watch as she gulps before scurrying off. After a minute, she returns with our waters and keeps looking between all of us as if she doesn't know what to think.

Nessa folds her hands in her lap, looking down as if she’s ashamed. There’s no need for that though. No one makes my girl feel less than. I lean forward with my arms on the table and hold our waitress’ eye.

“Are you curious about how we both fuck her, or are you wanting a piece of her too? I can assure you, she is pretty satisfied with the two of us.”

Nessa’s eyes nearly bug out of her head, and she kicks me under the table as the poor woman opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water.

“Ignore him,” Nessa says, placing a hand on our waitress's arm to get her attention. “We don’t let the monkey out of his cage much.”

“I’m sorry,” she gets out. “I just. I didn’t know what to think.”

Nessa smiles, and that tension she held before seems to vanish.

“It’s okay, we are aware that what we have is different.”

She leans in, and the waitress bends down to hear her as she whispers, “Between the two of us, you should know two is much better than one.”

The waitress blushes before hastily taking our orders.

“You did not need to make her so uncomfortable,” Boris states after she leaves.

“You’re right, I didn’tneedto.” I snap my napkin out before laying it over my lap. “But I didn’t appreciate how she was looking at Nessa and decided to point out that her face was saying exactly what her mind was thinking.”

Nessa rolls her eyes, and Boris shakes his head, although a smile hides just behind the surface.I’m getting to know the old man pretty well now, and it’s safe to say he loves my twisted humor. Besides, we all know he hated the way that woman was looking at our girl like she was some cheap hooker. Hewantedme to say something.

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