Page 11 of Bonded By Christmas
Then again, Lacey is normal.
She’s not used to a life of organized crime.
Wilder was vague as shit when I asked him if that was why she distanced herself from his side of the family.
Wilder’s business is mild compared to most mafia families. He inherited the underground fight rings, but it’s not like he’s running drugs or guns.
He’s a fixer and the negotiator between the other families. It gives him a certain level of protection the others don’t have. Even with that buffer, it doesn’t mean Lacey will want to be tied to a life of living just outside the law.
As long as I’m alive, none of it will touch her, and I’m very good at what I do. That’s why Wilder recruited me in the first place.
Lacey picks the least scary horror movie I’ve ever watched, and she falls asleep thirty minutes in. She’s so damn peaceful with her long dark lashes fanning over her cheeks, and I spend the next hour watching her like a total fucking creep.
Is it still weird if she knew I was here when she fell asleep?
Probably.
Ehh, I’m not judging myself too hard. She’s far too snuggly for me to pass up the opportunity to press my body against hers. Her skin is soft under my palm, but I keep my hand on her stomach and avoid pushing any boundaries.
I wouldn’t mind teasing and tantalizing her into an orgasm or two as she slept. That would probably be crossing the line, so I’ll have to save that for when we’re in a relationship.
Fucking hell.
I’d love to slide my fingers down the front of her pajama bottoms to work her clit while she slumbers.
Would she grind her ass back against my cock?
I bet she would.
I’d make sure to get her nice and slick before pulling her bottoms down her soft thighs.
My knot pulses as my teeth dig into my lower lip. If I took my time, I bet I could fuck her without fully waking her. It would take finesse, but I’m patient when I need to be.
I almost snort.
Yeah, that’s a dirty lie.
I’m willing to be a whole lot of things I never would have found appealing if it means I get to keep Lacey. There’s something about her that has drawn me in since that very first meeting, and the more time that passes, the more my obsession grows.
If this wasn’t a joint venture between Wilder, Grim, and myself, I would’ve already kidnapped her sexy little ass. Okay, so I am known as a loose cannon in my professional life, but I’d take good care of her.
I just wouldn’t let her out of my sight until I had the chance to sink my teeth in… That way, she’d never be able to escape.
Lacey rouses in my arms as I pull back the blanket on her bed.
“Cal?” she mumbles sleepily.
“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” I murmur, nuzzling my cheek to the top of her head. “You passed out on me during the movie, so I brought you to bed.”
My head swivels between the spot on the edge of her mattress and the door to her attached bathroom.
I flipped the light on when we came in because I didn’t want to run into anything, but now I’m realizing she never used the bathroom after we ate.
“You might want to close your eyes. It’s going to get bright.” Striding across the room, I turn and bump my shoulder against the bathroom door.
“Wait… What?” Her eyes pop open, and she squints at me in the mirror directly across from the doorway. “I thought you were taking me to bed. Why are we in my bathroom?”
I chuckle, turning sideways and stepping inside the tiny bathroom. “It’s always a good idea to pee before bed. You’re sleepy. I don’t mind helping.”
