Page 20 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“Alright, I guess I can squeeze my six-five frame on a little air mattress.” I sigh like I’m put out at even the thought of sleeping on an air mattress when in reality, I’ve slept on concrete. Hell, I’ve slept on dirt. I’ve done what I’ve had to do in my life, but if Roxy feels sorry for me, maybe she’ll give in.

The sooner she lets me into her bed, the better. Then I can finally scratch this itch that she caused. I’m not hard up for a woman or anything, but I want Roxy. And I always get what I want.

“So, you forgot to mention that you own the magazine.” Roxy eyes me like I did something wrong, but I just shrug.

“You didn’t ask. Besides, the magazine is called Blood and Stone. I thought you’d figure it out.”

Roxy sighs, and I can see that she’s not going to argue about it, and again I’m surprised it was that easy.

“Well, I guess thanks for the job.”

“You’re welcome.” I give her a genuine smile, and she smiles before clearing her throat.

“You’re still sleeping on the air mattress.” Roxy turns around and walks from the room, and even though we won’t be sharing a bed, I finally got to see her ass in those shorts, and that was worth it.

I followed Roxy’s sexy ass out to the living room, where I sat on her soft couch. Roxy hands me the remote before placing her hands on her hips; she sucks her teeth as she assesses me, and I just sit smiling up at her.

“Do you want something to drink?” My smile grows wider at her question.

Even though she asked it begrudgingly, I knew her southern sensibilities wouldn’t let her be rude to her guest.

“If ya don’t mind, darlin’.” I tip my imaginary hat and say in my best southern gentleman’s voice.

“Pft. I have coke, water, and maybe beer and definitely wine.” Roxy goes into her kitchen, which I can see from the living room, and sticks her head in the fridge.

“Coke’s fine,” I reply.

After getting us both drinks, Roxy settles beside me on the couch, and we sit in awkward silence for a few minutes before I notice her worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Thanks for coming over here. I know you didn’t have to.” Roxy finally says.

“You saved us a whole lotta headache by tellin’ me about Raymond when you did. Hounds owe you.”

“The Hounds, right.” Roxy gives me a little pout.

“Right. We’re no saviors, but we pay our debts.”

Roxy nods, but the small scowl is still in place. Yeah, I could’ve let her think that I was here outta the goodness of my heart, but the truth is I don’t have one. There’s a need I have for this woman that I can’t quite place, but I refuse to give in to the feeling.

I have to remind myself that I’m doing this for the club. I just get the bonus of getting Roxy into my bed. Not my heart….I don’t have a heart.

9

Roxy

It’s been a week since Stone showed up on my doorstep with a bag in hand. I don’t know how the hell he talked me into letting him stay with me. Well, that’s not true. He didn’t have to do much convincing because I am scared of what Raymond might do, and the police didn’t even believe that he’s out of jail.

The whole thing is unbelievable, like some ID channel mystery or something. Still, I’m determined not to get wrapped up in all the bullshit again. My life is finally getting back on track, and I refuse to get sucked back into Raymond’s bullshit.

If Stone staying with me prohibits my involvement with whatever is going on, then I’m for it. Even though my body has been in overdrive since he walked his sexy ass through my door. I wasn’t brave enough to ask about what Karma told me.

It’s not really my business if he was getting a hand job in public. He’s not my man. But I still feel like I got played somehow.

After our conversation, it was a little awkward. Stone made it clear he was here because of the Hellhounds and not because he wanted to be. I get that, and after I got my hormones somewhat under control, our conversations were easy. And I didn’t really mind him being in my space.

But the sexual tension was still there, lurking and thicker than morning fog on the Louisiana bayou. But I won’t act on it.

But I can tell by the lustful looks that Stone gives me that he’s just waiting on me to say the word so he can pounce. And as much as my body is telling me to just drop my panties and ride his beard like a rollercoaster, I can’t.