Page 37 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Nope. We are not having any tough conversations tonight. I’m going to sling drinks, I am going to stay busy, and I’m going to spend time with my family. So, hush. Go find something to do.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a smile, standing up and straightening out my cut. Men are playing pool, and Sin and Bristol are playing a game of darts with Otto and another prospect. Men and women are hanging out, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit. This is about the time I’d be looking to get my dick wet, but all I’m thinking about is Sienna. If the music is bothering her. If she feels scared. If she’s bored. What’s she thinking about?

The summer evening air is balmy against my skin as I walk out onto the deck, but I do my best to ignore it. Fall will be here before I know it. I take a long drag of my cigarette, looking out at the tall trees that bound around our property. I’m ready for them to change colors, for the air to become crisper. I want toget Sienna out on my bike, take her for a ride when the leaves turn shades of orange, yellow, and red. I bet she’d love it.

Fuck, did I just imagine Sienna on the back of my bike? This girl really does have me breaking all my rules. I don’t hate it. Hell, I don’t even want to fight it. I just want to be around her. Morgan is right, we never know when our time here is up, so how do I want to spend it?

A sudden presence pulls me from my thoughts, a warm body pressing against my side, sharp, pointed nails dragging down my back. I stand upright, taking a step back and finding Cora looking up at me with her sex-kitten eyes. It’s clear what she wants, and when she steps into my space, her hand reaching for my jeans, I grip her wrist and shake my head.

“What’s the matter, Wrath? Already get off? That’s never stopped you before. I’m already wet. Just the thought of feeling you inside me tonight got me ready to take that big, pierced dick.” Her words have the opposite intended effect, and I swear to the Devil himself, my cock just shriveled up. Did this shit really work before? Before? Before what? Sienna? An image of her pretty face flashes behind my eyes, and suddenly, I don’t want to fucking be out here anymore. This isn’t how I want to spend my time.

“Not tonight, Cora. Just not feelin’ it. Sure you’ll find one of my brothers to play with.”

“But you’re who I want,” she pouts, reaching for me again. I take another step back, this time speaking a little firmer. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, I appreciate all the girls here and their willingness, but I’ve always been clear and straightforward when it comes to my boundaries, and right now, Cora is fucking pushing them.

“It’s not gonna happen. I said I’m not in the mood.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll go find something else todo tonight.”

“Appreciate it.” Cora saunters off, and I run my hand over my face, the day-old scruff rough against my palm.

“Never thought I’d see the day. Did you just turn down a hookup? I wonder why that could be?” Sin nags as he and Malice join me on the front porch.

“Dude, is your dick broken? Did it fall off? It was only a matter of time. Was it too heavy? Or did you just use it too much? Monroe can sew it back on if you need help, she does that kind of thing all the time at work. I don’t know about penises, but for sure body parts. I can ask her.”

“Both of you fuck off. I appreciate the concern over my dick, but it’s fine.”

“Then why don’t you have her bent over the railing? She was ready for you.”

“I don’t know, man, maybe I’m just not in the mood?”

“Yeah, but you’re always in the mood.”

“Well, shit changes. Fuckin’ drop it,” I snap.

“Whoa! What’s got you all pissed off?” Sin asks, looking at me like I’ve got four fucking heads. I dab my smoke out, tossing the butt into one of the trash cans we’ve got outside. Done having my brothers rag on me for not fucking my way through the patch bunnies, I leave them outside and head back through the doors with only one thing on my mind.

When I reach my room, I knock twice, rapping my knuckles against the grain. “It’s just me,” I say through the door.

“Come on in.”

I open the door and nothing . . .nothing. . . could prepare me for the sight in front of me. Sienna is sitting cross-legged in the center of my bed, a large T-shirt hanging down past her hips, her bare legs on display, pretty toes peeking out from under her. Her icy blonde hair is free of the braid she usually wears, with little strands falling loose around her face. While she’s incredibly stunning, it’s what she’s doing that has me stuckstanding in the doorway with my mouth hanging open as if I’ve never seen a woman before.

I quickly shake my head, walking into the room and letting the door shut behind me.

“Hey, sorry, I just needed to get my stash. Didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re fine. Stash?” she asks, curiosity coloring her tone.

“Weed.”

“Ohh.”

Oh, she’s curious, alright. “Ever done it?”

“No, never really had an opportunity. Lincoln promised to do it with me one day, but we all got preoccupied with other things.”

“Somethin’ you wanna try?” I ask as I turn around with the little box I keep everything in. She looks so fucking cute sitting there looking up at me. I never thought about what it would be like to have a woman in my space, let alone sitting on my bed in a T-shirt, looking so fucking comfortable and sweet. Sienna is gorgeous, and I have to constantly reel myself in from checking her out. I never want to make her feel uncomfortable, but right now, with her bare legs on display, the outline of her breasts through the T-shirt visible, I’m really fucking struggling. This girl has no idea how stunning she is, and I’d give a whole hell of a lot to show her. That thought, I realize, has nothing to do with my own selfish desire to get my dick wet inside her and everything to do with wanting her to feel confident in her own skin.