Page 47 of Bloody Bones
So hot it felt like it would consume me and leave nothing behind but ash.
I swiped my tongue against his almost angrily, and he met each swipe with one of his own. We devoured each other.
I pulled away as his rough palm cupped my breast over my bra, my moan loud and breathy.
“Just what do you think you are doing, Briella?”
The sound of my father’s slurring voice made me bolt upright. Guiltily, I pushed the t-shirt that was around my armpits down to cover myself.
“Nothing, dad.”
His red, bloodshot eyes squinted as he stared at me. The look on his face was almost murderous. “So, you've come back? I told your brother you were just off being a slut. And now you think you can bring him into our house?”
“Daddy!” Mortified, I attempted to climb from Tommy's lap. His hands came down over my hips, hard, stopping me.
“I’m Tommy, I'm Briella's…”
My father didn't let him finish. “I don't care who you are. You aren't welcome in my house.”
I waited for Tommy to explode. Like he had done back at the clubhouse. As much as I hated my father, I couldn't just stand by and watch Tommy beat on him.
“It's ok baby.” Softly, Tommy pressed his lips to the tip of my nose. “I can go.” Climbing to his feet, he squared his shoulders and my father shrank back as Tommy pulled himself up to his full height. “I'll be back tomorrow morning to pick you up. Pack only what you need.”
“Pick up? Pack?” My father spluttered.
In the doorway, Tommy paused and the look on his face could only be described as evil. “Yes sir, Briella's moving into my apartment tomorrow.”
