“Yes, you heard me correctly.”
“Wow, this conversation has changed tack. One moment we’re talking about killing people, then Kenneth, now sex.” She liked talking a lot more than she liked silence. There were times when she was home that she’d lie down on her bed, listening to classical music, anything to stop herself from listening to the silence, knowing there was nothing she could do about it.
Pussy chuckled.
“So the, erm, eating pu**y reference was about sex, not eating people?”
His chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. “Babe, you’re cracking me up. You really are completely innocent.”
“I went blind before I could look p**n up on the ‘net. They don’t exactly have sex books in Braille for me to read.”
He stopped laughing, and the moment he did, she missed the sound.
“You don’t have to stop laughing. It’s funny, even if I don’t know what you’re laughing at.” She shrugged, offering him a smile.
“You’ve got the prettiest, sweetest smile I’ve ever seen,” he said, catching her off guard.
“Thank you.”
“Shit, I’m turning into a pu**y now. Fuck, no, why don’t you listen to books? They do them on audio now or so I’ve heard.”
She shook her head. “All purchases have to go through Kenneth. He won’t let me have books.”
Pussy still held onto her arms.
“I’m getting hungry again. Can I finish eating my food?” She didn’t want him to let her go, but she didn’t have a choice.
“Sure.” He gave her back her burger, and they started eating.
Her curiosity built inside her as he stopped talking and ate.
“What is it like?” she asked.
“Eating pu**y?” Her cheeks had to be bright red. They were hot to the touch. Her curiosity was going to get her in a lot of trouble one day, if it hadn’t already.
“I don’t know what it’s like. I’ve never had a pu**y to be eaten.”
She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re making this harder for me.”
“No, baby, I’m making sure you know that I eat pu**y. I don’t have one.”
“Okay. I knew that.”
“Baby, eat your burger and then we’ll talk more when I get you safe.”
She wanted to argue, but what more could she say? Pussy was the one in control of this conversation, not her.
Chapter Four
Staring up at the sky, Pussy knew he needed to make a call to Devil and his brothers. Glancing behind him, he saw Sasha still remained on the bench where he’d put her drinking her milkshake. From the steakhouse, he rode for the next hour to try to clear his head. With Sasha’s legs cradling his body, he’d not been able to think at all. Shit, Devil was going to be completely pissed with him.
Now was not the time to start a fight with one of the men in town who could cause them a lot of problems. Pulling out his cell phone, he saw over ten missed calls from the clubhouse alone. Shit, Kenneth must have seen Sasha was missing.
He couldn’t send her back to the bastard who hurt her. There was no way he’d do it, not even if Devil ordered him to.
His cell phone went off. Keeping his gaze on Sasha, he accepted the call.
“Where the f**k have you been?” Devil asked, his voice raised to a shout. “We’ve had the f**king cops around here looking for you. Rumor is you’ve stolen a woman, Kenneth Carmichael’s blind, f**king stepdaughter. What the f**k have you got to say about that?”
Pussy went to open his mouth. Devil didn’t give him chance to respond.
“I told you to stay out of f**king sight. We need to stay clean and you go off with a woman who can put you in f**king jail.”
“She’s twenty, boss. The girl I’m with is twenty, and the guy who’s so concerned about her, caused her to be f**king blind.” Pussy glanced back up at the sky. Maybe going straight to heaven or hell would be better than facing his president.
“You’re certain.”
“I’m not sending her back to Piston County to the f**ker who hurt her. If this was Lexie, you would have done the same, or to Judi.”
Devil cursed. “Fuck, why can’t we ever do shit that’s simple?”
“I think The Skulls are cursed. Ever since we started to visit them, our lives have turned to shit.”
“Shut up,” Devil yelled.
Pussy winced, moving the phone away from his ear.
“I think for tonight it would be best if you checked into a hotel or something. Don’t come back here today. It’s only going to cause problems.”
“Will do.”
“Is this what I think it is?” Devil asked.
“I don’t know. What do you think it is?” Pussy tried to be vague in his response.
“Are you going to f**k this girl? Turn her into your old lady?” Devil sounded tired once again. The shit with Gonzalez was really starting to wear thin.
“I can’t answer that right now, boss. She means something.”
“You want to f**k her?”
“Yeah.”
“Then this is going to start causing problems,” Devil said.
“I’ve wanted to f**k other women before. None of them have ever been a problem.”
“Are you being f**king stupid on purpose? None of the other women you’ve f**ked have forced you to take this next step. You took this girl—”
“Woman,” Pussy said, interrupting Devil’s rant.
“Don’t f**king interrupt me. This girl, you’ve taken her away from her family and telling me you’re not letting her back to the people who can protect her? Please, tell me, Pussy, if that’s not laying f**king claim to her, what is?”
He remained silent, seeing Devil’s logic.
Watching her suck on the straw of her milkshake sent Pussy’s c**k into overdrive. Fuck, this woman didn’t have a clue how hot she was.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“Yeah, I’m laying claim to her. There’s something else that you might want to get Whizz to have a look at.”
“What is it now?” Devil asked.
“I was talking with Sasha, and she mentioned that her stepfather Kenneth was having meetings with an Italian guy. She can’t give us anything more as she can’t see.”
“What’s this got to do with anything? Whizz is busy as it is trying to find ways of bringing Gonzalez down.”
Running fingers through his hair, Pussy watched a couple of men staring at his woman. Starting toward her, he spoke quickly.