heard the front door open and shut. No doubt he’d told the guys to wait outside.
“Great, now they know we’re doing it,” I grimaced when he’d returned.
He chuckled and pulled my shirt over my head. “Better that than have them hear all those sweet little sounds you make for me,” he replied as his lips found my nipple.
“Right,” I agreed, my breath slightly ragged.
In the end, it wasn’t much of a quickie and the guys were probably pissed. But, when Sal left me naked on the bed, utterly satiated with my hair in disarray and my skin flushed, I couldn’t say I cared.
Chapter 10
A lthough I was thoroughly elated that my stay with Sal had ended up the way it did, I was concerned about overstaying my welcome. I called Sal and after a brief, heated debate, he agreed to let me go back to my place for the day as long as one of the guys was nearby. I hated being babysat, but I wanted to be in my own space bad enough to deal with it for a time. I was also a bit worried about overcrowding Sal. Our new relationship was so fragile, I didn’t want to risk it. Axel’s younger brother, Ryker agreed to hang out downstairs for a while. As a new prospect with the club, he volunteered for all the boring shit no one else wanted to do. Hence, being stuck with me. He claimed he had some reading to do anyway. That was a big fat lie, but I’d take it.
I was soaking in my long lost tub after having gone through some mail and cleaning up a bit. I knew I had an overdue phone call to make to Scar, but for now, I was enjoying the quiet. I’d even lit some candles and poured a glass of wine. It had been a long time since I felt truly content, and I was relishing the feeling.
My buzzer sounded just as I was about to get out. My skin was getting on the pruned side.
I crossed the room to my intercom, throwing my robe haphazardly around me. “Yeah?” I asked, my tone a bit wary. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Hey, baby. It’s me, let me up,” Sal’s voice came booming through my small apartment.
I grinned from ear to ear and buzzed him up. Clearly, he wasn’t too worried about wanting space. I opened the door for him and headed toward the bath to blow out the candles.
“Expecting company?” he teased from the doorway, taking in my romantic ambiance.
I turned to look at him and, as always, was struck by how beautiful he was. He was dressed in all black as usual, his T-shirt hugging his form in a way that made my mouth water. I felt my belly flutter as he stood there with his hands in his pockets, regarding me with his dark, soulful eyes.
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” I grinned, gesturing to the candles and the tub.
“With the sight I’ve got right now, I’m certainly not complaining,” he grinned as he eyed me in my short robe.
I blushed and turned to face him. “So what’s up?” I asked expectantly.
He shrugged. “Got home and you weren’t there. Thought I’d come take you to dinner,” he replied.
I fought the urge to grin from ear to ear. It wasn’t like him, or like the old him, to admit he missed me. Or allude to the fact, anyway.
“Why, Salvatore Armstrong, are you asking me on a date?” I asked in mock surprise. I had to fuck with him, just a little bit.
I’d never used his full name before. I thought Salvatore was a beautiful name, the one concession his mother had made regarding half his heritage.
He rolled his eyes. “You wanna eat or what?”
I laughed. “Yes, I’d like to eat.”
“Then get some clothes on,” he gestured at my near nakedness and headed back out to the living room.
“Where are we going?” I hollered. A girl had to know what to wear.
“Vincenti’s,” he hollered back.
Oh my, we were going out out . Vincenti’s was a really nice Italian place. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, I wanted him to take me out, but I still wanted him to be himself, for us to be able to be ourselves. Vincenti’s was kind of stuffy. But I went
“Great, now they know we’re doing it,” I grimaced when he’d returned.
He chuckled and pulled my shirt over my head. “Better that than have them hear all those sweet little sounds you make for me,” he replied as his lips found my nipple.
“Right,” I agreed, my breath slightly ragged.
In the end, it wasn’t much of a quickie and the guys were probably pissed. But, when Sal left me naked on the bed, utterly satiated with my hair in disarray and my skin flushed, I couldn’t say I cared.
Chapter 10
A lthough I was thoroughly elated that my stay with Sal had ended up the way it did, I was concerned about overstaying my welcome. I called Sal and after a brief, heated debate, he agreed to let me go back to my place for the day as long as one of the guys was nearby. I hated being babysat, but I wanted to be in my own space bad enough to deal with it for a time. I was also a bit worried about overcrowding Sal. Our new relationship was so fragile, I didn’t want to risk it. Axel’s younger brother, Ryker agreed to hang out downstairs for a while. As a new prospect with the club, he volunteered for all the boring shit no one else wanted to do. Hence, being stuck with me. He claimed he had some reading to do anyway. That was a big fat lie, but I’d take it.
I was soaking in my long lost tub after having gone through some mail and cleaning up a bit. I knew I had an overdue phone call to make to Scar, but for now, I was enjoying the quiet. I’d even lit some candles and poured a glass of wine. It had been a long time since I felt truly content, and I was relishing the feeling.
My buzzer sounded just as I was about to get out. My skin was getting on the pruned side.
I crossed the room to my intercom, throwing my robe haphazardly around me. “Yeah?” I asked, my tone a bit wary. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Hey, baby. It’s me, let me up,” Sal’s voice came booming through my small apartment.
I grinned from ear to ear and buzzed him up. Clearly, he wasn’t too worried about wanting space. I opened the door for him and headed toward the bath to blow out the candles.
“Expecting company?” he teased from the doorway, taking in my romantic ambiance.
I turned to look at him and, as always, was struck by how beautiful he was. He was dressed in all black as usual, his T-shirt hugging his form in a way that made my mouth water. I felt my belly flutter as he stood there with his hands in his pockets, regarding me with his dark, soulful eyes.
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” I grinned, gesturing to the candles and the tub.
“With the sight I’ve got right now, I’m certainly not complaining,” he grinned as he eyed me in my short robe.
I blushed and turned to face him. “So what’s up?” I asked expectantly.
He shrugged. “Got home and you weren’t there. Thought I’d come take you to dinner,” he replied.
I fought the urge to grin from ear to ear. It wasn’t like him, or like the old him, to admit he missed me. Or allude to the fact, anyway.
“Why, Salvatore Armstrong, are you asking me on a date?” I asked in mock surprise. I had to fuck with him, just a little bit.
I’d never used his full name before. I thought Salvatore was a beautiful name, the one concession his mother had made regarding half his heritage.
He rolled his eyes. “You wanna eat or what?”
I laughed. “Yes, I’d like to eat.”
“Then get some clothes on,” he gestured at my near nakedness and headed back out to the living room.
“Where are we going?” I hollered. A girl had to know what to wear.
“Vincenti’s,” he hollered back.
Oh my, we were going out out . Vincenti’s was a really nice Italian place. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, I wanted him to take me out, but I still wanted him to be himself, for us to be able to be ourselves. Vincenti’s was kind of stuffy. But I went
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