Page 116 of Bad Medicine

“Anything, Doc.”

“Sway.” When I blinked in confusion, she continued. “I want him here. However it needs to happen, I want that boy under my roof. He needs stability, and I intend to give him that.” Rolling her eyes at her own words, she added. “As much as he can get around here, anyway.”

“Well, that might be an issue, because I’ve already told the kid he could stay with me.”

“Wait. You’re not living here, too?”

Her confusion was adorable.

“I mean, I didn’t want to push, Doc.”

Choking on an incredulous laugh, Mia gestured to the house around us.

“Push? Whatever do you mean?” When I only shrugged, she turned serious. “I just thought it was implied, Rock. That this would be all of us. Together.”

“Baby.” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Mia was as much of a caretaker as I was. But knowing she was thinking along the same lines that I was only proved to me that this was the right thing to do. Moving over to her, I placed my hands on her hips, leaning in and giving her a kiss. “You are so fuckin’ amazing, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, tough guy. Keep trying to butter me up.” But she was smiling, so I knew it was working.

“So that’s two conditions,” I murmured, suddenly distracted by the feel of her hips under my fingers. “Anything else you need to know before I fuck you right here on the kitchen counter?”

I watched as her pupils dilated, her tongue coming out to wet her lips, and I sunk my fingers into her ass as I pulled her against me.

Fuck, she had the finest ass I’d ever had the pleasure of gripping.

“I, um, don’t think so,” she said, her lids lowering to stare at my own mouth. “But I reserve the right to lay down additional conditions as I see fit.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes.” The word was barely loud enough to hear, and I rocked my hips against her as she ran her palms over my chest, the friction on my pierced nipple making me groan.

“Well, what if I have some conditions of my own?” I asked, lifting her up and settling her on the gray granite counter. There was no other furniture in the house at the moment, so this was the flattest surface available to us, but I’d take it, the height absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

“I’ll make sure I take them into consideration,” Mia said, her words soft against the skin of my throat.

“My first condition is that you never wear a bra when you’re in this house,” I stated, sliding my hands under the loose t-shirt she had on and dipping my fingers into the cups of the bra she was currently wearing. “It’s a damn shame to cage these beauties.”

“Unrealistic, but I will grant you weekends and evenings after eight.”

“Accepted.” Lowering my head, I drew one nipple into my mouth, then the other, laving them until the only sound Mia was making was breathy moans.

Laying her back across the cold granite, I painted her body with kisses, tasting every inch of skin that I could reach and loving the goosebumps that my mouth was leaving behind.

Reaching the waistband of her pants, I curled my fingers inside and began to pull them down, drawing a startled gasp out of Mia.

“What are you doing?” she asked, and I smiled.

“Now, Doc,” I growled, tossing her pants and panties over my shoulder to land somewhere behind me. “It’s the kitchen, isn’t it?” When she nodded, I went on. “Well then, I’m fixin’ to eat.”

Chapter fifty-four

Rocco

Itwaslate.

So late it was practically early, but Enzo and I were still up, sitting together on his back patio, a glass of tequila each as we watched the sun rise.

I had no doubt that we each had a shit-ton on our minds, but neither of us was sayin’ much.