Page 2 of Lustfully Yours

“It’s him again, isn’t it?” she asks, sounding excited.

I give her a nod and wade through the crowd towards the VIP section of the nightclub. Once we are seated on the plush couches surrounding the low table, we order a round of shots and a couple drinks before I look around, still trying to find my mystery man. Like always, I don’t find anything.

“Woman, you know you’ll never find who it is. You’re almost twenty-nine and still nothing. You’ve been looking for them since you were a freshman in college,” Lawson says, giggling.

That woman has always been a lightweight. I give up and decide to just have fun and let go. I know nothing will happen to me if my savior is close like I know he is. After the fourth shot, Lawson and I decide to dance. We dance with each other, always ignoring the men who try to cut in. We are both too hopelessly infatuated with men we can never have to give anyone else the time of day.

Not to say that I didn’t have fun and experiment that one year of college I had out west. Since I got back from school out west, there has been no one since I came face-to-face with the man who has starred in my every dream. There is the huge part of me that prays every night that the eyes that I feel on me are his. We both know no one will measure up.

I do not know how long we dance or how much we drink; all I know is that one second Lawson and I are dancing, and the next, I feel like I’m floating. I feel warm, safe, and hot with need.

“Stop wiggling that sexy little body, Angel, or I won’t be responsible for what happens next,” says a husky voice that flows over my body, drenching my panties.

“Mmm. Please, I need you so fucking bad. I’ve needed you for so fucking long. I don’t want to wait anymore,” I tell him.

“Oh, how I’ve waited for you to say that. And you better believe we’ll be talking about this in the morning. For now, sleep,” the voice commands, and I can’t stop myself from obeying the command.

* * *

“Fuck, my head hurts,” I mutter as I stretch out across the softest sheets I’ve ever laid on.

Wait, softest sheets? I go still and start taking in everything around me. I’m in a big t-shirt, yet nothing hurts, so I know I wasn’t assaulted. There is something familiar about the smell surrounding me; how do I know that scent?

I reach out again, looking for I don’t know what, when it hits me like a ton of fucking bricks. Where the fuck is Lawson? I feel the dump of adrenaline, and the claws of panic set in. Nothing can happen to her because I’d never forgive myself if she was hurt because of me.

First, I need to get out of here. Second, I need to get a hold of my brother because I know he cares for Lawson. Third, I’ll kill anyone who hurt her with my bare fucking hands.

I hear the door open and hold my breath. I do not know who this is, even though the smell is so familiar. If I wasn’t so worried about Lawson, I’d be able to take the time and figure it out. Still, as it is, I don’t have any weapons, so I am at a distinct disadvantage. With all the training I’ve had, I know I can hurt this person long enough to get myself out of this.

Breathe in and out slowly. Wait for the right time to strike. Remember your training. Give no mercy and don’t look back once you’re free.

Escape is the only option.

I feel the bed depress beside me, and I lie still, waiting for my kidnapper to get closer so I can strike. I will not be a fucking victim. I’ll get out of this and find Lawson; this fucker will not win.

I feel the heat of a body next to me, but before I can stop my strike from making contact with the person’s face, his voice washes over me, and I know I’ve just attacked the only man who may be just as powerful as my brother and father.

Theo fucking Steel!

Chapter Three

Theo

Once we make it back to the apartment, I tuck Malia into my bed. I fight the overwhelming need to crawl into bed and pull her against me. I know if she woke and found me in the bed with her, she’d kick my ass so I turn and head to my office to do some work. While I’m working, I think over all the ways to make this woman mine. I’ve given her time and space, but the time for patience is done, and I’m ready to claim my woman. Just before the sun breaks the horizon, my brain is finally tired enough to let me sleep. I crawl into the cold sheets of the bed in my guest room, falling into dreams of Malia.

I get up just a few short hours later and head to the gym to burn off some of the energy and need that dreaming of us and our future has built in me. I should be tapped sainthood after changing her and being good by not touching her. I work out for a solid two hours and shower in my guest bathroom so as not to wake my sleeping beauty.

I quietly walk into my room. She was stirring until she heard the door. I can’t stop the grin at her trying to act like she’s sleeping. I know Senior and Momma have been training her and making sure that the life we live is one she can handle. There is no doubt my little princess could even take care of herself if she had to. But as long as I’m around, she will not have to. I’ll always stand between her and anything life throws at her. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting to see what my little firecracker will do.

I lean closer to her and watch as her body goes even tighter, like a tiger ready to strike its prey. Just as I believe she is too scared to act, I say her name, and a tiny fist strikes out, landing one hell of a punch to my left eye.

“Fucking hell, Malia!” I exclaim.

“Oh shit! Oh, fuck! That fucking hurt!” Malia practically screams, cradling her hand between those perfect tits of hers.

When her words penetrate my lust and pain-filled brain, I can’t stop the words that spew from my lips. “I hurt you? You’re the one that fucking attacked me. I was coming to see if you wanted brunch. Fuck, you’re a pain in my fucking ass. If I didn’t already see you as mine, you’d be out on your ass. Fuck!”

“What did you just say? Either your workout rattled your brain, or I hit you hard enough for you to lose your mind. Because we both know the bullshit you just said is just that! Fucking bullshit!” Malia says, looking pissed. Yet, unless I imagine it, I see some hope too.