“Hello?”

  “Hey, sweetheart.” His deep voice made me shiver. “Did you have a good day?”

  “Yes. Did you?”

  He grunted. “Work shit. But we got one of the jobs handled. Are you in my bed yet?”

  I walked over and pulled back the covers. “I am now,” I informed him.

  “How do you feel? Is your pussy needy?”

  The way his voice dropped with his dirty words made my body go from tingly to aching. I hadn’t expected him to talk about it.

  “Yes,” I whispered, my face warm.

  “Lie back on the bed, pull my shirt up to your waist, and open your legs.”

  I sucked in a breath. He wanted me to masturbate? Over the phone?

  “I can’t do that. I’ve tried,” I admitted.

  “You can’t open your legs?” he asked in an amused tone. “Because I know for a fact that you can.”

  “No.” I laughed nervously. “I can’t, you know, make myself orgasm.”

  “You can with my help. Trust me?”

  I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

  “Then, do what I said.”

  I tugged the shirt up and lay back, opening my legs. Just doing it because he had told me to made me so turned on that I might explode without touching myself.

  “Okay. I did it.”

  “Fuck, I wanna see it.” His voice was husky. “Will you let me?”

  I swallowed hard. “You mean FaceTime?” I asked.

  The phone rang, and I saw the FaceTime request from him. Oh God … could I do this? I accepted it, and then his face was there. He was shirtless and in a bed. No man on earth should look that good.

  “That’s much better. I missed those pretty green eyes.”

  I licked my bottom lip, not sure how this was supposed to work. “I’ve never done this.”

  A wicked grin touched his face. “I know.”

  Of course he knew. That had been a dumb thing for me to say. I was just nervous.

  “Aspen, take off the shirt. I need to see your tits.”

  Oh good Lord. I blinked several times as he waited for me. Okay, I could do this. I lay the phone down and pulled the shirt up and over my head. Dropping it beside me, I picked it back up again.

  “Show me, baby.”

  I held the phone back until my boobs were in clear view.

  “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Those hard little pink nipples belong in my mouth.”

  Okay, yep. I was going to orgasm without even touching myself.

  His breathing was getting heavy, and I noticed his arm was moving slowly. Was he … was he touching himself? I mean, I knew men did that, but was he doing that while looking at my boobs?

  “I need to see how wet you are.” His voice sounded like warm honey.

  “You … you want me to show you between my legs?” I asked, feeling my entire body blush at the thought of doing that.

  “Fuck yes. I need to see that sweet pussy. Show it to me.”

  Obeying, I moved the phone camera down my body until it was at the angle he needed. He hissed and muttered a curse.

  “Good girl. Now, do you see that wooden box on my dresser?”

  Confused, I moved the phone back to my face and looked over at the dresser. “Yes.”

  “Go get it. Put it on the bed. There is a place on top of the box to stand a phone. Put the phone on there, then crawl back on the bed. I want to see all of you while I have you play.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, not sure how I felt about this.

  He’d never seen me completely naked, and I was going to be touching myself. I laid the phone down and went to get the box. I sat it up against the footboard and made sure it was secure, then took the phone and placed it in the spot he’d told me to.

  Taking a deep breath, I moved back to the pillow I’d been propped up on.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. I knew it was going to be good, but, damn, baby, your body is perfect. Open those legs. I want them wide open, like you’re ready for my face to be buried there.”

  I gasped as my body clenched. It was almost an orgasm. My eyes went wide, and I looked back at his face on the screen.

  “What is it, baby?”

  I could see his arm moving still.

  “I think I almost …” I bit my lower lip as my orgasm hovered right on the edge.

  “Sweetheart, are you about to come?”

  “I think so,” I panted.

  “Don’t touch yourself yet. Just let me talk.”

  I nodded. My hands gripped the covers beneath me tightly.

  “I’m going to taste it when I get home. You’re going to get spread open for me, just like that, and that sweet cream I lick off my fingers, I’m going to suck it from your pussy.” He spoke his dirty words in a hoarse whisper. Like he was in my ear.

  “I want to stick my tongue in that tight little hole and feel it squeeze me as I lick you. Sweetest pussy in the world. Damn, baby, you’ve got me so fucking hard.”

  The spasm shook my body, and I cried out, jerking my hips as the orgasm hit me.

  “Fuuuck,” his deep voice groaned.

  I shuddered as more pleasure coursed through me. He let out a grunt, and I saw his mouth fall slightly open. His eyes glazed over as he looked at me. He had just gotten off. That look on his face. That was a face I had wanted to see before I even knew him. I had wanted to know how he looked when he got off. It was going to stay with me forever. God, he was sexy, even when he was coming.

  “Touch it,” he rasped, sounding out of breath.

  I slid my hand down to my wet folds and gasped. It was sensitive.

  “Coat your fingers in your release and show me how wet they are.”

  If he didn’t stop, I was going to need to get off again.

  I did as he’d said, and he pulled his lower lip through his teeth, then let it go.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen some shit, but your perfect little body and that gorgeous face, getting off with just my words … damn.” He shook his head and let out a low sigh.

  “Did you …” I asked, unable to actually say the words.

  I’d just shown this man my vagina, and I couldn’t ask him if he’d gotten off. I was ridiculous.

  He grinned. “Did I what? Get off?”

  I nodded.

  “Yes, I made a goddamn mess.”

  A laugh bubbled out of me.

  “You like knowing you can make me come?”

  I nodded.

  He smirked. “Put my shirt back on that hot little body and get under my covers and go to bed. Keep the panties off. I want your pussy on my sheets.”

  “Okay.” I sounded breathless.

  “Good night, sweetheart.”

  “Good night.”

  I moved over and took my phone as the call ended. Holding it to my chest, I smiled. That had been amazing. Way more than I’d thought we’d ever do.

  Sinking into the bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

  Twenty-Two

  Levi

  My knee bounced as I smoked a cigarette and stared out at the garage full of bikes. We had pulled in early this morning, and I had chosen to stay at the shop instead of rushing home, like Blaise, Gage, and Huck. That wasn’t me. I was not owned by a piece of ass. I wasn’t in love. I didn’t do relationships. I would fucking suck at relationships. Who the hell wanted one pussy for the rest of their life? No one. That was why weaker men ended up with broken families—because they couldn’t keep their dicks out of other cunts.

  My father, for example. I loved the man. He meant well, but he should never have fucking married my mother. She’d loved him so much that she put up with his shit. He would come home, smelling like a whore, and she let him. At that time in my life, I’d thought I fucking hated the man. I was tired of seeing my momma cry. He’d be sweet to her and hold her. Next thing I knew, all was forgiven, and she was cooking his favorite meals.

  The day I turned eighteen, she packed her bags, hugged me, told me she loved me and that she’d call me from Europe. I had never been so damn proud of her in my life.

  I didn’t tell Dad, gave him no warning. When he came home and all her shit was gone, he went crazy.

  Seeing him completely fall apart over her was the confusing part. He had never treated her right. Not once. She’d adored him. She was beautiful. Other men noticed her, but she had just wanted him. I didn’t know when it had changed for her. I just knew she had stayed for me.

  Eventually, Dad had managed to pull himself out of a dark place and get back to the life he’d always lived.

  My mom lived in Tuscany on a vineyard with a man who adored her. He owned a very successful winery and gave her a life of wealth. If this man cheated on her, I was going to have to kill him. She’d lived through that enough. The fact that he was fifteen years older than her gave me the peace of mind that he’d already stuck his dick in enough pussies to be satisfied with one.

  I finished my cigarette and tossed it on the ground. I needed another one. Fucking hell. Staying here and not going to check on Aspen was not goddamn easy. I wanted her to need me. This controlling beast inside of me, which I hadn’t known existed, thirsted for that need. To be the one to take care of her. To be who she trusted. Where the fuck this had come from, I didn’t know. I’d never wanted to be depended on. Yet here she was with those fucking eyes, making me want to be everything for her.

  Everything but her fucking man. Because then it would all go to shit. I’d hurt her like my dad had hurt my mom. The idea of causing Aspen pain made me physically ill. I couldn’t do it. I refused to. Just like I wasn’t going to stick my dick in that tight little pussy.

  Dammit, I had to adjust myself, thinking about it. Touching and tasting her would have to be enough. The moment I sank inside of her, the emotions would hit. She was a virgin. She’d think I could give her something I’d never give anyone. She’d think she was in love. All that crap.

  I’d be the best fucking friend she would ever have, but that was it. Anything she needed, I’d handle it. Me. No one else. I could keep her cunt taken care of without fucking it. I was saving her from a broken heart and dumb fuckers who would hurt her. I was also saving myself from having to kill whoever hurt her. I’d keep her so damn safe that she only knew happiness.

  Relationships did not lead to happiness.

  “What are you doing here?” Kye asked, walking back into the garage, frowning at me.

  “Smoking a goddamn cigarette. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snapped lighting up another one.

  Kye held up his hands. “Easy. Just surprised you’re here and not back at the house.” He walked past me to go over to get the tire pressure gauge. “Girls seemed pretty happy that y’all were coming home today. And when I say girls, I mean yours too.”

  I could hear the judgment in his tone. Didn’t need that shit. I was working through things.

  “It’s not like that,” I bit out angrily. “I take care of her. We aren’t a fucking couple. She needs something, I handle it. But I fuck who the hell I want.”

  Kye didn’t respond as he turned to walk back out. I stood up, glaring after him as if he had done something wrong. Well, he had. He’d put an image of Aspen in my head, fucking happy that I was coming back and then confused when I didn’t show up with the others. Dammit. I hadn’t even texted her. When they’d run home like their fucking dicks were going to fall off if they didn’t get them into their women’s cunts, I had balked. That wasn’t me. I had no reason to rush back.

  But she’d been excited to see me. I ran a hand through my hair. Fuck!

  Pulling out my phone, I decided I’d text her. Make sure she was okay. Tell her I’d be back tonight. Make her smile. That kind of shit. That was what we did. Not me rushing home to her. Never that.

  Me: Hey, sweetheart. You good today?

  I felt restless, standing there, looking down at the phone. Needing to see her typing was making me unsettled. The dots appeared, and I let out a breath.

  Aspen: Yes. I’m reading by the pool.

  I groaned. Thank fuck Kye wasn’t there if she was in the goddamn bikini.

  Me: Don’t get burned.

  I didn’t like the idea of her smooth, creamy skin hurting. Unless it was on her ass from my belt. FUCK! No. That had been a wayward thought. Not happening. I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d fucking cry. She couldn’t deal with my kinks.

  Aspen: I’m coated up with sunblock.

  I shoved the image of her rubbing herself down out of my head. I needed to fuck. That was all this was. I could also use a blow job and an ass to whip.

  Me: Good. I’ll be back tonight. Could be late. Just go to bed when you’re ready.

  My sheets were going to smell like her. My hand fisted against my thigh. Yep, I needed some pussy. The kind that I didn’t have to worry about hurting.

  Aspen: Okay.

  Nothing else. Fine, that was good. She was outside, reading. She didn’t need me. All was well.

  I slid through my Contacts until a name showed up that interested me. Ramona, the hot waitress at Bandits. I hadn’t seen her in a while. Tits weren’t big, but they were real. She had a fat ass that I liked to spank. I thought she was the one who got off when I was spanking her. Either that or she faked it. Either way worked for me.

  I pressed her number and walked back into the office. She’d work just fine. That was, if she was still single and hadn’t done something stupid, like get serious with a man. She answered on the second ring, and I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was available.

  It might take me getting my nut several times, but she could handle me. By the time I went home tonight, I’d be sated, and Aspen wouldn’t be a temptation.

  She was my fragile little angel, and I had to keep this shit away from her. The fact that it made me fucking hard to think about taking my belt to her pissed me off. Thinking about her tears made my damn cock throb as much as it made me sick to my stomach. Boundaries with her. I had to keep those in check. I’d pushed too far when I told her to get naked for me and show me her pussy. That was a line I didn’t need to cross. Again.

  Twenty-Three

  Aspen

  Going to the shop with Trinity to take the guys dinner shouldn’t be a big deal. But it felt like one. Levi hadn’t come back here to see me since they had gotten home this morning, and I didn’t want to make it appear like I was chasing him by going to his work. Explaining all this to Trinity was impossible. No one really knew what was going on with Levi and me, not even me. How did you explain something you didn’t understand?

  After the first night on FaceTime, Levi had only sent one or two texts a day, while he was gone, checking on me. No more sexy calls or even a mention of it. The insecure feeling it had caused only got worse when Huck had come inside like a man on a mission, picked up Trinity, who squealed with delight, and taken her downstairs to their private room. Levi hadn’t come with him. He hadn’t texted until hours later.

  I wished I didn’t miss him so much. It made this painful. Maybe this was all because I knew nothing about men. This might be normal behavior for men who weren’t in love, like Huck and Gage were. I couldn’t expect Levi to treat me like they treated Trinity and Shiloh. If there was someone I could talk to who could explain men to me, that would help.

  Kye came walking into the kitchen just as I finished wrapping up the brownies I’d made for dessert. Trinity had made the meal, but I had wanted to help with something. Gran had taught me how to cook because that was what women did in life. Well, she had thought so anyway. But this kitchen was Trinity’s, and I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want me to. I had offered to make brownies, and she’d looked happy about it.

  Trinity had made a feast. I would have done more if she’d wanted me to. I just hadn’t known what to do.

  “Smells like heaven,” Kye said, grinning like a little boy.

  “It’ll taste like it too,” Trinity assured him. “Start carrying out the stuff we have ready to go. That long pan has the ribs in it and is hot. Be careful.”

  “Baby back?” he asked hopefully.

  “Yep, and I made everyone’s favorite side.”

  “Mac and cheese?”

  She smiled. “Buffalo-style, just like you like it.”

  “YES!” He picked up two of the containers and headed for the side door.

  “I’ll get the brownies, rolls, and broccoli salad,” I told her.

  “Great. Thank you.”

  I headed toward the door when Kye walked back inside. He smiled, but I could see the concern in his expression.

  “You coming to the shop too?”

  “Yes,” I replied.

  He paused for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, yeah, good.” Then, he continued back to the kitchen.

  That didn’t help my worry that I shouldn’t go. I took the things and put them in the back of the black SUV, where the trunk was open. Trinity was behind me with a large pot of creamed potatoes that she’d said were Gage’s favorite. She’d also made some gravy to go with it.

  “Uh, maybe I should stay here.” I decided to try getting out of this again. She’d been adamant that I go before.

  She set the pot down. “Absolutely not. You’re getting out of this house. I cooked for an army, and you are eating with everyone.”

  “Last two,” Kye said, coming up behind her.

  We moved out of the way, and Trinity took my hand and pulled me to the passenger seat.

  “Get in,” she said, then climbed in the back.

  Reluctantly, I got in the SUV just as Kye was opening the driver’s door across from me. He looked over at me and did a quick once-over.