Page 52 of Killer Notes
“Carl, when my boyfriend tells you to leave, it doesn’t mean to come back and kiss him,” Danny hisses, stepping off the stoop and striding toward me with Saint at his side.
My dog starts growling at Carl, but Danny snaps his fingers and Saint stops.
“I know you’re not his boyfriend. My brother told me all about you. Danny Raven Wells, a singer from some no fame rock band,” Carl sneers. “You’re only a client Tobias has to babysit.”
Danny sucks in a breath and looks at me before turning back to my ex. “You’re right,” he says with some defeat. “Tobias and I aren’t boyfriends, yet. But we want to see where this leads. And you’re wrong about my band. Warrior Black is going places, and I don’t give two fucks what a stupid dumb shit like you thinks.”
Carl’s smugness drops from his face, and he’s ready to spew his venom.
I step between my ex and Danny. “I’ll take it up with Dean on how you found out about Danny. He can deal with you. But you’re wrong, Carl. Danny’s with me. We’re together.”
“I don’t believe you,” Carl shoots back. “Besides, can’t you see I’m here alone? I left Brandon. For you.”
I ignore Carl and reach for Danny, kiss him with all the desperate need I have for the singer. When I pull back, Danny’s trembling in my arms. “Did I tell you how much I love your mouth?”
His growing smile melts my heart. Danny chuckles and says, “Yes. Many times.” He then nuzzles his face to my chest.
“This can’t be happening!” Carl’s voice rises to a pitch that could wake the dead and he steps toward us. “I came here to win you back.”
Saint growls again, this time much louder, which halts Carl immediately.
“Leave, Carl,” I say without taking my gaze off Danny. “Don’t bother coming back here.”
“I don’t care what you say, Tobias. I’ll prove I’m better than this loser singer.”
A surge of anger erupts and I turn to give Carl a better understanding of what my fist can do to his face. But Danny tightens his arms around my waist, capturing my attention.
“Tobias, he’s not worth it,” Danny says softly. “Let’s go back inside. I’m tired. And hungry. And then after, you can sex me up.”
I draw short at Danny’s words, my eyes dropping to his beautiful face. I hate seeing the weariness in his eyes. “Okay.”
I don’t bother looking to see if Carl has left as I lead Danny back into the house, make something for him to eat, and love on the man for the rest of the night.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Danny
The next two days flew by in a whirlwind. Tobias and I talked about everything from how we grew up and our dreams, to where we are now in our lives. We even talked about my tattoos and what each of them mean to me.
He brought up Siles, again, but I quickly skirted that topic with sex.
Oh, and we had a shit-ton of sex.
Now, as I pack up my things, I’m sad to leave this place. I still worry about the person that’s after me. But Tobias assures me that he and his team will protect me and the band this upcoming weekend.
“I thought we were going to meet the tour bus at Black Rock,” I say, glancing at Tobias, who’s closing his duffle. I still can’t get over the fact that I’m dating my bodyguard. How fucking cliché is that.
“John decided that it would be best if they come to us. We should expect them later this afternoon.” Tobias scoops me up into his arms. “Are you done?”
“Almost. Now put me down,” I chuckle, feeling light like a feather.
He grins wickedly, his gleaming white teeth on full display. I know the look on his face and what’s going through his devious mind. I shake my head. “I don’t think my ass can take any more.”
“That’s okay. I’m just hungry.” He waggles his brows before lowering me to my feet and then dropping to his knees. Tobias quickly undoes my jeans, then pulls them and my jock down.
Before I can deny him—which I won’t, since my dick approves, a hiss leaves my lips as my cock’s engulfed by wet heat.
“Oh fuck.” I grip his blond hair tightly, throw my head back and close my eyes. “That feels good, baby. Yeah—just like that.”