Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC Book 4) by Nicola Jane (classic reads .TXT) 📕

“Are you gonna marry him?” asks Eva.

The thought brings another smile to my face, but I shake my head. “No.”

“His ring is on your finger,” points out Anna. “You’ve already agreed, you just don’t know it.”

“I hate that he’s mad at me,” I say with a sigh. “Why the hell did I flirt with Blade?” I moan and rest my head back. “I always blow it.”

“He’ll forgive you. He just needs to calm down,” says Anna.

Once the girls have left, I shout for Blu. “I need a pee,” I say. “And a shower.”

He takes a key from his pocket and unfastens one end of the cuff from the bed. He keeps it in his hand and leads me to the bathroom. “This is stupid. Just guard the door if you’re that worried. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I guess I kinda like you at my mercy,” he says, dropping his hold on the cuff and leaving me alone to pee and wash. When I’m done, I wrap the towel around myself and open the door to find Blu waiting. I roll my eyes and march past him, sitting myself down on the couch. Blu eyes me for a minute before heading off into the kitchen and returning with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Chapter Fifteen

GIA

It’s not long before my head is swimming from too much alcohol. Blu put on an awful action movie that he’s engrossed in, and I’ve drank more to cure the boredom. When the credits finally role, I do a silent cheer.

Blu had given me another shirt of his to wear after my shower, and with my legs tucked under me, it’s ridden up my thigh. Blu’s eyes land there and he takes a drink. “Vinn will accept me,” he mutters.

I twist the ring around on my finger. “How do you know?”

“Because I’m from a family that most men like him would want in on,” he confesses.

“Mafia?” I ask, frowning.

He nods. “I called my father, left a message for him to call me back. Something I ain’t done in years.”

“Why?” I ask.

“I walked away. He disowned me after that and we haven’t spoken since.”

“So why call him now?”

“For you,” he mutters, rubbing his forehead. “Because I want you.”

My heart flutters. “Do you think he’ll call you back?” I ask. Blu takes my hand and examines the ring he placed there.

“I don’t know. Maybe not.”

“Why did you walk away?” I ask.

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I blamed him for Mum’s death. And for Giorgia.” I stare at him, waiting for more. “She was my sister. Twin. She and Mum died at the hands of a crazy bitch my father was fucking. An entitled mafia princess who took her revenge because he wouldn’t leave us for her. She ordered the hit.”

“Wow,” I whisper. “That’s some crazy bitch.”

“He’d been fucking her for about a year when she demanded he leave and marry her. She saw the big house and the money and wanted in. Her family wasn’t big enough compared to mine and she wanted them on the map. Marrying my father would have given her that.”

“And that’s why you hate the mafia?” I ask.

“I hate what it does to people. I left for the army and I found a brotherhood in the MC. I don’t need power or control. I don’t want my kids in that life.”

I smile weakly and hold up my hand. “But if you marry me, then you’re part of that life again.”

He nods. “I know. I argued with myself over it, but I can’t keep away from you.”

He places the spare cuff onto my other wrist and I frown in confusion. He holds the chain linking them together between my wrists and then leans closer until his lips find mine. “I’m addicted to you,” he whispers.

His kiss is intoxicating, and along with the whiskey, it warms my blood. His other hand rests against my jaw, angling my face as his lips crash against my own, suddenly taking the kiss up a notch. He brings my cuffed hands over his neck and then lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “I heard you tell Anna you won’t marry me,” he whispers, smirking up at me. His hands run under the shirt and up my ribs.

“You can’t just demand I marry you and expect me to just agree,” I say. “Where’s the romance in that?”

His hands find my breasts and I moan when he cups them in his warm hands, tweaking the nipples. “I think you’ll find I can and I have. I’m talking to Vinn tomorrow and once he agrees, which he will, I’m setting a date.” He lifts my shirt and sucks my erect nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back, grinding against him unashamedly. He’s wearing shorts, the material thin, and his erection stands upright against his stomach. I lift myself up slightly and reach down, gripping it with my cuffed hands and running them up and down its length. He watches and then pushes the shorts down his hips, exposing his cock. He lets me rub it back and forth and then suddenly stills my hands.

Lifting me, he places me between his legs and I go down on my knees. If I’m stuck in this apartment with him, I may as well make it fun.

I press my tongue against the swollen head of his erection and Blu groans, his eyes filling with a hunger that meets my own. I grip the base with my two hands and then work my mouth down the shaft, keeping my eyes fixed to his as I bob my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him like he’s the best tasting lollipop I’ve ever had. It works because within minutes he grips me under the arms and lifts me back to straddle him. He produces a condom from somewhere and rips it open, rolling it on expertly.

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