Page 23 of Possessed By Ghost
How the hell did I go from having no one to having a husband, friends, and freaking in-laws? A life where I don’t have to worry about someone coming after me. Not after Priest and Pope worked together to take down all the higher-ups in Víboras Gemelas, sending the rest into hiding.
After my kidnapping, Priest returned to Austin with some men from both the Steel Sinners and Bishop’s club, the Steel Aces, who joined the Steel Orders to dismantle the criminal organization so that there would be nothing left to piece together if someone decided to revive it. I found it suspicious that the other twin was mysteriously killed in prison and how every man, including Henry, disappeared from the face of earth that night.
“I’m going for it!” Evie’s words pull me back to the present and I turn to watch her run her palms over her short skirt. “Wish me luck.”
She grabs a beer and approaches the table. I watch as the man tracks her across the room, smiling charmingly at her when she stops by his table. He nods to something she says and nudges his glass toward her. She hands him the beer and then takes a seat across from her.
I’m tempted to watch how it all plays out when I feel a tingle on my skin, a soft caress almost like someone’s touching me. Lust snakes up my body and hardens my nipples. My eyes shift to the entrance and standing there is the man I fell in love with two years ago. His gaze has always felt like a warmth on my skin, leaving me aching with need. One look is enough to send me melting into a puddle—that has never changed between us.
Barely anything has changed between us. Not the love. Not the heat. Not the affection.
In fact, it’s only grown into heights that should feel unhealthy—probably are. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.
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Ghost
Her eyes find mine as they always do whenever I step into a room. I never have to say or do anything to bring her attention to me. It always just snaps into place, like a magnet. Those stunning blue eyes light up as I approach her and I can’t resist the urge to kiss her when she’s within arm’s reach.
“It’s against the rules to touch the staff,” she giggles when I pull back, slapping my chest playfully. “I’ll have to report you to security.”
“Good thing I have connections there,” I tell her, brushing a hand over her cheek then pushing back before I am tempted to walk around and fuck her in front of so many people. I grab a stool and settle back as I watch her pour out a blue-green drink into a glass then slide it down to a customer. I imagine the drink is one of her unique cocktail creations. Every now and then, she comes up with new ideas off the top of her head over cocktails that seem to be a hit with the customers. The menu is loaded with her own drink creations and the fact that some of those are non-alcoholic to accommodate people like me touches me in ways only she can. “I wonder what I’ll order tonight. It’s been a long shift,” I say, reaching for the menu but I find it snatched from my fingers.
“Nuh-huh,” she says, putting the menu aside. “I have something else special for you tonight. I created it just for you.”
“Did you now?”
“Yep,” she beams, and I watch as she grabs the shaker, a playful glint in her eyes. “Just wait until you taste it. You’re going to lose your mind.”
“And it’s better than the White Knight?” I ask, alluding to the signature mocktail she created for me years ago. Another hit with the customers.
“Better!” She pours ingredients into a clean shaker. First the ice and then a splash of something red, followed by a generous amount of something yellow that smells like pineapple juice. She adds a squeeze of lime, those pretty brows furrowed in concentration as she adds two more ingredients in vibrant colors of red and yellow before topping it all with a splash of soda. She closes the shaker and I watch as she shakes it all up, completely captivated by the woman I still can’t believe is mine.
How the fuck is she mine?
Nearly five years ago, I was a shell of a man. One who was on the fast track to hell and then I came to Vegas, got my act together and met someone I had no business wanting, but couldn’t keep my eyes off of.
And now, she’s mine.
My eyes stay on hers as she pours the drink into a tall glass and hands it to me. “Try it,” she says with a smile reserved only for me. After two years together, I’ve learned to know her tells. Her customer-service smile and the secret one we share when it’s just us two.
With my eyes locked on hers, I grab the drink and take a tentative sip and my eyes go wide when the flavors explode on my tongue. The sweetness of the pineapple is immediately apparent but there’s also a perfect blend of flavors I can’t make out, perfectly blended together to create a drink that is sweetand tart but incredibly refreshing. Christ, after the long day I’ve heard, this feels like landing in heaven.
“Jesus,” I sigh, taking another sip. “I know you’re a genius at creating and mixing these drinks but goddamn, baby.”
“I told you you’d like it,” she beams, leaning across the counter and I am rewarded with the view of her cleavage. “Do you wanna know what I call it?”
“Sure,” I say, a little distracted. It’s so fucking tempting to slip my hand under the table and palm a hardening dick. Hell, it takes so little from her to get me all worked up and right now, her tits make me hard as steel. Fuck, do they look bigger or is her top just tighter?
“Baby Daddy,” Iris says, grasping my jaw and pulling my face to hers. “The drink is called the Baby Daddy.”
I blink at her, too aroused to make sense of her words and when I do, my eyes go wide with shock. “You’re pregnant?” I whisper, afraid that I’m reading her all wrong but she nods, those pretty eyes welling with tears. “Fuck sweetheart!” I push the drink away and circle the counter, walking to her and picking her off the damn floor. “Pregnant?” God, I can’t believe it. How many times have I wondered if I would ever have a family of my own. Countless and Iris just made that dream come true. My perfect little wife. My bride. My heart. My joy.
“I knew you’d like the drink,” she giggles delightfully.
“You have no idea how happy you make me,gioia mia,” I say, putting her down. “I’m tempted to show you right here in front of all these people.”
“You’re kidding,” she laughs, pushing back to look at me and she must see that I am in fact not kidding because she pushes back and turns to look at the crowd, beckoning to Tracey,her close friend and fellow bartender. “Tracey, can you cover for me for a moment?”
