Page 19 of Cruel Savior

It didn’t even matter that I hated the fact she could spark my interest after everything. I still couldn’t tear my gaze from the view.

Not when everything in me inexplicably wanted to round that couch, spread her thighs wide and get lost between those long, sexy legs of hers. They were even more perfect than I remembered. And I was already imagining the little birthmark mole on her right thigh just below the apex of where her legs met her pussy. I wanted to bite her there.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My dick went instantly hard and I pressed against it, hoping I could get it under control. As if that was going to happen. I suddenly had a one-track mind, and it wasn't in my fucking head.

As if fate had finally taken pity on me, someone stomped onto my porch and pounded against my front door. I glanced from the door back to Mandy as she began to stir.

"Wake the fuck up, and go in the bedroom. And for fuck’s sake, put some decent clothes on," I managed through gritted teeth. It was bad enough I'd had to see her like this, I sure as hell didn't want anyone else to.

Something in my voice must have alerted her awake. Her eyes popped open and she looked down at herself. "Oh shit." She scrambled for the blanket and wrapped it around her lower body before she sprinted for the open bathroom. I scowled after her, because she'd done a half ass job of covering up.

Forcing my attention away from her, I headed to the door and yanked it open.

"Figured we should talk. I brought breakfast. Sasha wakes up before the sun to make these," JD grumbled as he pushed past me and into my place. "You better have some fucking coffee though."

"Are those her orange cinnamon rolls?" I grabbed the foil wrapped plate out of his hand, sniffing at the edge of it as I headed into the kitchen. "And yes, I have coffee. Just give me a second to make some. And why are you fucking bitching? She get too tired from baking to hoover your dick?"

"Fuck you. The last thing I need this morning is you worrying about my dick."

I snorted. JD had been a lot testier lately than usual and I had a feeling something was going to have to give between those two. She was way too sweet to be content as just a club girl. "Fine. I'll get your coffee old man. Then we can talk."

"Where is she?"

I tipped my head in the direction of the bedroom, refusing to elaborate. When his eyebrows climbed into his hairline, I ignored it. He could think whatever the hell he wanted. When it came to women, I answered to no one.

"I woke her ass up and told her to get off my couch. I suspect she'll make an appearance soon." I grabbed the coffee canister I kept fully stocked and went about setting the coffee to brew. I needed the caffeine. Especially since my day had already gone to shit.

"Always the host with the most. I'm surprised you didn't dump her in Izzy's old cabin." He hit one of the island stools and copped a squat directly in front of the plate of rolls I'd set there. He could grumble about Sasha all he wanted, but not a one of us could turn down her cooking. Especially not those beauties.

"Thought about it. But it was late and we were both too tired to do anything more than pass out. Besides, I think she was more freaked out by those pictures than she actually admitted, and leaving her alone didn't set right."

JD nodded. He’d just read between the lines no matter what I said. Thank fuck he’d not seen those panties. And why the fuck was I still thinking about them? FUCK.

"I'd like to see the shit you brought. If this guy is bold enough to risk himself around the club, then we may have a bigger problem than we thought."

"No shit." I poured the first cup of steaming coffee and slid the mug across the island in front of JD. "Her initial assessment is that he's not just a serial killer, and I tend to agree. This isn't just some sick fuck out to get off. Whoever he is, he's pissed and wants to fucking scare her."

"And is she? Scared I mean." He sipped at the black coffee without so much as letting it cool. The way he drank his coffee black and scorching, it was a wonder he had a single tastebud left.

"No, she isn't." We both looked up at the sound of Mandy's voice. She must have taken a quick shower because her hair was wet and she'd changed into different clothes.

"Mandy," JD beamed, a smile growing wide across his face. "Look at you, girl. You are a sight for sore eyes."

She smiled back at him, and I stood there stupefied as she walked over to him and he stood to hug her. "Oh please. I am not a sight for anything. You could park your motorcycle in these eye bags I've got going on. Ooh, what's that?" she asked, eyeing the plate of pastries.

"One of our club girls made them. She is a wizard in the kitchen."

"That's not all she's a wizard with," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" Mandy asked as she picked up one of the sweet rolls and took a big bite. I stared, immediately forgetting the question she asked. I was too caught up in the sight of her sugar-coated lips to focus on anything else. It gave me ideas I had no business having, but the image of where else I wanted to see those lips had already invaded. And when her tongue peeked out to lap up the sugar?

Fuck my life.

I clenched my fists and reminded myself that I wasn’t a teenager anymore. My dick didn’t get to control my actions. Especially not with her.

“Pussy.” JD barked under a cough, forcing me to look away. I met his hardened gaze with my own pissed off version and flipped him off.

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