He’ll do anything—kill anyone—to protect her.
Steven was used to women falling at his feet. But where once he would have relished to see a woman there, any woman, nearly losing Sally in an attack on the club woke him up. Now he can’t imagine life without her. The biggest problem is she’s Whizz’s adopted daughter—but there’s also an age gap between them. Everyone sees her as part of The Skulls’ “kids”, even though she’s in college, and old enough to make her own decisions.
When Sally’s best friend, Drew, makes his intentions known, she knows there’s no competition. She’s always loved Steven, starting from her girlish crush at fifteen, now to full-blown love as a woman.
Neither Sally nor Steven can deny their attraction. It’s there, always close to the surface, and Steven can’t take not having her. But can Drew prove that he’s the one for Sally? Can she bring herself to break Drew’s heart? And what will Sally do when she realizes her past is coming back to haunt her, and that it was Steven who opened the door?
Steven sat back and tried to think over the past couple of years. Sally rarely stayed at the club, not since she got shot in the leg.
“You know it’s safe now.”
“You’re not going to the club because you don’t feel safe.”
“I visit the club all the time, Steven. It’s not that, okay? I just … I like having some quiet time. I used to have it all the time, but something changed.”
“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he said.
She chuckled. “I know.” She took her hot chocolate from him and snuggled up close.
Steven wrapped his arm around her, stroking a thumb down her arm.
Drinking his own hot chocolate, he stared at the screen becoming aware of Sally pressed against him. The shirt she wore didn’t hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The movie got steamy just like it had to when he was having difficulty right about now. Sally wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman, and they’d always had this thing between them. He’d kissed her, for God’s sake, and it had been the only touch he’d had from a woman in years.
Yes, he’d been celibate for a long time now, and it was fucking killing him.
Her hand landed on his leg, and he glanced down at it, wondering if she’d done it on purpose.
Stroking her arm, he stared at the screen.
“Does it always feel like they make it look?” she asked.
He glanced down at her. Her eyes were dilated, and her lips were slick from her licking them. He’d never thought brown eyes were all that attractive until he looked at hers. They were so clear, so beautiful, and she belonged to him. He knew it deep in his soul that she was his, and no one was ever going to take her away from him. Moving his hand up to her neck, he stroked across the pulse, which was pounding.
“It depends on the person you’re with. There are some really shit lovers out there.”
“Shit lovers? You sound like Adam.”
“The brother is rubbing off on me. I can’t help it.”
She sighed. “I like what you’re doing.”
His cock was pressing against the front of his jeans. He turned, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back.
Running a thumb across her bottom lip, he watched as she opened her mouth, and then he couldn’t resist. Closing the small distance, he pressed his lips against hers.