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Chapter 7

Reggy

S tone was a lunatic. There was no way around it. Somebody who loved someone else didn’t suggest they explore their feelings for another person. Feelings. Ha! I would never breathe a word of it to another soul, but I was drawn to Mordy. Never in a thousand years would I have ever thought that would be true, but it was. I wasn’t able to explain it, but it felt as if there was a magnetic pull drawing me to Mordy. Each time I told myself I would ignore him, I found myself doing the opposite. Even in the most detrimental, fucked up situations, he found a way to ease the tension and make me laugh. I unintentionally saw a side of him that I didn’t think many others ever had, and it was hard to forget that part of him even if I wanted to.

According to his brothers, Mordy was a heartless killing machine who lived, breathed, and would, without question, die for his MC brothers. He wasn’t heartless, nor did he lack compassion. He just didn’t express it like most people. Underneath that hard lunatic exterior of his laid an ooey gooey center, and he was an almost considerate person. At least, that was the Mordy I saw on some days. To others, it was clear why the only place he had found in life was with the Crazed Kings Motorcycle Club. He was a stone-cold killer. When we met, I was certain that, without question, he had a lump of decaying ash inside his chest where a heart should be. Now, I realized beneath all of those sadistic ashes lurked a beating heart.

“Penny for your thoughts, éan ?” the familiar voice said from somewhere on the floor.

“How long have you been on the floor, Mordy?” I asked in a bored tone.

“Long enough to know you enjoy sleeping in my bed more than you will ever admit.” What? There was no way he could know that despite how emotionally exhausted I was last night, I had to stop myself from plunging my fingers inside myself because I was so turned on by his words.

“Bullshit.”

“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

I laughed at the way the sentence sounded with his accent.

“Exactly. You know it is true. Now, get your pretty little arse out of my bed. We have shit to do today,” he announced, not moving from his chosen spot on the floor. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and honestly, I had conditioned myself into not getting excited when either of them said we were doing anything. Everything I had done for the past month had consisted of things to do within the confines of this house. It was a nice house, beautiful even, but it wasn’t home. I missed Mom and Maryanne, and I missed the shit out of all my brothers. I even missed even Greg’s relentless ass.

I didn’t bother moving. There wasn’t any reason to hop out of bed and rush to get ready when we weren’t going anywhere. The fact of the matter was that even if I was mostly here by choice, it was still a forced decision. Staying here was the safe choice. If I went home, the Falbos were sure to come after me. I wouldn’t even know if I was in danger, seeing as I hadn’t even met one of them. Up until the brothers of the Crazed Kings rode into my life and told me otherwise, I thought the Falbos were fictional monsters that Mom made up to scare us into staying out of trouble. I wished now more than ever that I had paid more attention when she told us the stories of the Falbos and Angeloffs. If I thought it would do any good, I would call her and ask for more details, but Mom wasn’t known for being able to keep secrets. She had a hard enough time keeping our Christmas gifts a secret, so I doubted she would have been able to keep something as juicy as a mafia scandal pregnancy to herself. Sure, she had to have her reasons for not telling my brothers and me that our dad was part of the bratva, but it was probably to keep us safe. She put her kids’ safety above everything. So, making sure we were safe was the only thing I could come up with for why she would have lied to us for so many years. Unless she really had been snowballed into thinking Dad’s name was really Kiry Angel, but I doubted it very seriously. My mom was smarter than that.

“Did you not hear me?” Mordy’s head popped up on the side of the bed, and his piercing blue greedily roamed up my body, stopping at my wrist that was sticking out of the covers.

“I did,” I answered dryly, pulling my arm under the cover with the rest of my body. I didn’t understand what his deal was. He looked at any part of my body like it was made of the ripest apple, and his mouth watered to taste it.

“And?” His finger poked my leg, and another poked the knee on my other leg. I kicked at him, and his fingers stilled for a second.

“And there’s nothing you can do that will get me out of this bed right now.”

He dropped five fingertips on my knee and inched them forward one finger at a time. “The itty bitty bird laid in Mordy’s bed.” He lifted his hand when I shoved my knee in his direction, and then he shoved my knee down onto the mattress. “She wouldn’t move her arse. That is what she said,” he continued, pressing both of his hands onto my thighs. I knew I should stop him, but the familiar ache between my legs stopped me. When he touched me, my body reacted so differently than it did beneath Stone’s touch. Mordy’s touch sent electricity through every nerve ending in my body. When Stone touched me, it was like home. It was hard to explain. “But out came the tongue to drive her insane.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. If any other person was in the room with me, I wouldn’t believe the words he had just said could be put into action, but this was Mordy. With Mordy, I’d learned to expect the unexpected. Sure enough, when I looked up at him, he was in the process of straddling my legs, and his tongue swiped across his upper lip before he bit his lower one.

“Mordy, I swear if you bring that tongue anywhere near me, I’ll knee you in the balls.”

“That’s foreplay, áilleacht . I like daylight éan ; she’s a feisty little kitty.” Of course, he had a comeback for that. I groaned, pulling the covers completely over my head, hoping he would give up and leave me alone. Surely, he couldn’t do any damage with me under here. A second later, he dragged a heavy fingertip up my thigh and stopped dangerously close to my nipple—centimeters away, in fact. My body instinctively arched with anticipation beneath his touch, and it took me a moment to reel in my hormones. I hissed and turned on my side, flipping him off of me in the process. He bounced on the mattress beside me, and I was too embarrassed to argue with him. This wasn’t fair to any of us. I wanted to blame Stone for telling me I wanted Mordy. After he essentially waved his green flag of approval, it was as if my mind ran out of reasons to resist Mordy. This wasn’t Stone’s fault, but he sure as shit hadn’t helped by being fine with everything.

Mordy’s hand lifted the covers I was hiding under, and he climbed underneath, scooting until his mouth was too close to my ear. “I won’t cross that line, lass, if you don’t ask me to. But I meant what I said.” I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. If I even glanced at him, I was afraid of what I might let happen. I didn’t answer, so he continued, “I don’t have sex, éan . I fuck, and I do it well.”

“I couldn’t give two shits what you do with that body as long as it doesn’t involve touching me,” I softly answered him with a lie.

“Aye, you’ve mentioned it, but the rest of your body doesn’t agree with what your mouth keeps saying.”

I huffed, allowing the veil of lies I hid behind to drop completely. “Well, the rest of my body is stupid and apparently likes being mistreated by lunatics like you. But thankfully, my brain and mouth agree that it will never happen.” My eyes opened. I was serious. He needed to know just how serious I was. I didn’t know if he and Stone had worked out some sick deal of using me like a fuck-puppet, but if that were the case, I did not want any part of it. It would be the most delicious mistake ever, but it would be a fucking mistake, nonetheless. Relationships were hard enough when they were between two people; adding another person to the mix was bound to increase the complications.

“The rest of your body is smart and apparently would love being mistreated and fucked by a lunatic like me.” His lips moved closer, and he placed a light kiss on my cheek. I gasped. I was speechless. He moved too fast for me to tell him not to do it. Not that I would have been able to do so because I couldn’t remember I had the ability to form words for a moment. That was one of the top five sexiest things anyone had ever said to me, landing just above what he said to me about the fact he fucked well. My core throbbed to be touched, but I ignored it.

“I take it your brain and mouth are reconsidering, huh, éan ?” A smug smile settled onto his face, and he winked at me. I didn’t know he had the ability to be such an arrogant asshole, and I definitely didn’t know I would be so turned on by him being one.

I shook my head.

He nodded his.

I shook my head faster.

He nodded his slower.

“Fuck! You’re impossible,” I finally blurted out.

“Always.” He smiled and hopped out of bed, pulling the blanket off me in the process. “Maybe the next time I tell you to get your arse moving, you’ll listen.”

“Doubtful.”