Page 104 of Savage Cravings

“How was your trip?” she asked.

“Fucking long,” I sighed.

She turned to me. “What did you do?”

Everything Maverick had expected of me. Tortured and killed any MC bastards I came into contact with. It was as we suspected. Sebastian Cline was rebuilding the army, and he would try to take us on.

This meant war.

Not only with the MC, but with any gang in and around Chicago that decided they wanted a piece of a very lucrative pie. Unfortunately for them, we weren’t going to make it easy.

“Talked to a few people,” I said finally.

The look she shot me said she didn’t really believe me, but she must have decided it wasn’t important enough to get into, because she changed the subject by pointing at the bag in my hand. “What’s that?”

I handed it to her. “Don’t get too excited. This is just breakfast. Because of the… errand Maverick sent me on, I didn’t get much free time. And I was trying to get back to you as soon as possible, so I didn’t have time to buy you anything. I’ll buy you something next time.”

I’d fucking buy her the entire world if she asked.

She was quiet when she took the bag from my hand and walked over to the bed, leaning against it slightly. Her eyes avoided mine as she pulled out the breakfast burrito, unwrapped it, and took a bite. I watched as she chewed slowly, a thoughtful look appearing on her face.

I didn’t say anything, just waited for her to gather her thoughts. Finally, she pinned me with her eyes. “You were trying to get back to me as soon as possible?”

I nodded, wondering what about the statement she found strange.

“You miss me. You’ll buy me something next time? I thought this was just a fling.”

I didn’t react to her words. Fuck, but of course she would think that. I hadn’t given any indication that it was something more. And how could I, in such a short amount of time?

I tried to keep my expression neutral as I walked over to her. I must not have done a good job of it, considering she was looking at me like Bambi would the hunter.

I didn’t stop until I had her trapped against the mattress. If she leaned back any farther, she would find herself lying flat on her back with me blanketing her. And the way I was feeling, I didn’t think she would want that much.

I took the breakfast burrito from her grip and placed it on the nightstand. Food could wait, and with the way she was gripping the thing, I doubted her food was even on her mind right now.

“A fling?” I asked quietly.

She frowned. “Yes?”

I smiled a little at the question in her voice.

“Isn’t that what we are?” she asked.

“Hmm,” I answered. We weren’t a fucking fling, but if she wanted to think that to make herself feel better, I wasn’t going to correct her. She would learn soon enough just how fucking serious I was.

I cupped her cheeks with both hands until she looked up at me. Confusion and questions swirled in her eyes.

“Did you miss me?” I asked.

“I already told you I did,” she grumbled. I nodded. She did. I wanted to hear it again. And it proved to me that she was quickly becoming as obsessed with me as I already was with her.

I leaned down and did what I had wanted to do when I saw her sleeping on the bed this morning. I kissed her.

She didn’t move for two long seconds before I felt her come alive in my arms. I deepened the kiss, moving one hand to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her soft hair, and bringing the other hand to her neck, squeezing it lightly.

She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes darkening.

“It seems my neck is like a kink for you and your brother.”

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