Page 31 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I come back, wipe off the mess I made, throw the towel on the floor, turn off the lights, and climb into bed beside Roxy. I pull her to me, and she sighs.

“Thanks for keeping your promise,” Roxy says into the comfortable silence. I smile and kiss the top of her head.

“I almost didn’t. You felt so fuckin’ good, Lamb. I ain’t gone lie, we were about to be parents.” I chuckle when she slaps my chest. And even though I’m laughing, I’m dead serious.

“We need to get condoms. The last thing we need is for me to get knocked up. We should at least know each other for a few months.”

“We’ve known each other for almost two months.”

“Stone, I met you a little over two weeks ago. You moved into my apartment a week ago, and now we’re fucking. That is barely three weeks, not two months.”

“Why are you so hung up on the length of time we’ve known each other. None of that matters. You can know somebody your whole life, and they can still turn out to be a monster.” I stop talking because I refuse to talk about my past right now. That’s not what this is about.

“I’ll get condoms tomorrow, and I can show you my test results too. I just had my physical last week.”

Roxy is quiet for so long that I didn’t think she would answer, but then I feel her lips against my chest. She gives me soft kisses that calm the thoughts of my past.

“Okay. But what are we gonna do about the rest of tonight?” Her question is soft, but I heard it. Seems like my little Lamb is horny.

“Should I be offended? You’re ready for another round?” I ask her. Roxy giggles, and I feel her head shake against my chest.

“No, I’m not ready. But you are.” Roxy rubs her thigh against my hard dick, and I smile.

“I’m good, baby. He’s just being a greedy bastard tonight. Get some rest. We’ll have a lot of shit to do tomorrow.”

I kiss the top of her head and move to pull the covers up over us. Roxy snuggles close to me, and before long, I hear her soft snores. I lay awake, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

I am never this reckless. I didn’t have unprotected sex with Christine until after we were married. Roxy didn’t even exist to me a month ago, and she’s right; we don’t know each other. And although I know more than I should about her because of Wire and his background check, she doesn’t know much about me, including the fact that I’m a killer.

Roxy doesn’t know that my club name is Death and that killing is a part of me that I would never give up. Will I have to keep what I do for the club a secret from her? Would she accept me? Will she stay if she knows?

I drift off to sleep, wondering how much time I will have with Roxy before she truly knows the real me.

13

Roxy

Iwake up hot as hell, and I can’t figure out why. My head is slightly fuzzy from the two glasses of pure alcohol that Wire gave me, but at least I don’t have a hangover. I feel a heavy weight wrapped around my waist and over my legs and the heavy breathing on my neck.

Then it hits me. Stone fucked the shit outta me last night! If I was a nice good girl, I would be ashamed of the stuff we did. But I’ve always embraced my sexuality, so I’m as happy as a hoe with a bag full of dicks right now because Stone knew exactly what to do with me and how to make my body sing.

My body is a little sore, but it was so damn worth it. Once I got out of my head about being in a relationship, I realized that it’s okay to just enjoy being with someone. No, we don’t know one another well, but like Stone said, you can know somebody your whole life, and they can turn on you.

I mean, take Raymond, for instance. I had known Raymond from my block since I was fifteen years old. I started dating him when I was twenty, and we dated for three years before my world fell apart because of him. He was the monster that I thought I knew.

Time doesn’t determine how somebody will treat you. I just hope I’m not making another mistake.

“Ummm. Lamb, you’re thinking entirely too hard.” Stone’s gravely morning voice is sexy as hell. And it takes everything in me not to swoon at the sensual sound.

“Sorry. Did I wake you up? Did you sleep okay?” I ask as I turn in his embrace, snuggling against his warm chest.

“No, you didn’t wake me. And I slept like a stone.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes at his silly pun.

“As much as I’d like to lay here and luxuriate all day, I need to figure out what Wire wants to do about my apartment.”

“Lamb, don’t mention another motherfucker while you’re lying in bed with me. Especially that asshole.” Stone’s voice is cold and… deadly.

I didn’t mean anything by it. Hell, Wire is the one who was with me yesterday. I can’t just assume I can go asking questions around the clubhouse. Something tells me that would get me into the type of trouble I couldn’t get out of. But I won’t cower to Stone’s every whim. I’m in new territory here and him being an asshole to me is not something I’m willing to deal with. I won’t be a pushover. Not again.