Page 26 of Possessive

I glanced up as Mina stopped in the doorway leading into the kitchen. My breath left my body.

She was dressed in black jeans and a tank top in a shade of red so dark it almost looked black. Everything was slightly loose, giving her room to fill into it, but the sight of her still sent a surge of blood to my cock.

If I ever had a wet dream, it would feature her, just like this. I wanted to peel off every layer slowly, revealing her skin, scars and all.

I wanted to suck both of her nipples, the perfect one and the one Kurt tried so hard to destroy. I didn't care what they looked like, every part of her was mine. I wanted to touch her everywhere. To show her how beautiful she was, how strong.

"I'll get you food." Gianni leapt up from the table before I could finish taking a breath.

She turned to him and offered the smallest of smiles. "Not too much."

He picked up a plate and glanced back to grin. "Definitely no overdoing it this time."

He placed a piece of toast and a rasher of bacon on her plate before putting it down beside his spot. He poured her a cup of tea and placed it down before pulling out a chair for her.

I held back a growl. Not because I should have been doing those things for her, but because she seemed so determined to do those things for herself. He shouldn’t be trying to undermine her. Lucky for him, she didn't seem to mind him helping right now.

She sat graciously and picked up her toast to nibble on the corner.

Gianni plonked himself back in his chair and resumed eating his own breakfast.

"We were just saying we haven't found Kurt yet," I told her.

"We're still looking," Damon said. "We'll find him." He seemed to take Kurt's continued ability to evade us, personally. Not for Mina's sake, but because he was one of the best. He hated to be shown up, especially by a prick like Lasalle.

"Hell yeah, we will," Gianni said. "Terry, this bacon is perfection."

Terry, who stood at the sink washing a pan, nodded to acknowledge that Gianni spoke. He was a man of even fewer words than me. He looked as though he'd punch the crap out of someone with one hand while sipping his coffee with the other. As far as I knew, the only thing he ever broke was eggs. Every so often, I'd send him out with one of the others to intimidate someone who deserved it. That usually got the job done quicker. They didn't know Terry wouldn't hurt a hair on their head. If anything, I think he found the whole thing funny.

I watched Mina as she picked up her own piece of bacon and bit off the end. She closed her eyes and sighed like it was pure bliss.

I pictured her mouth around my cock, the same expression on her face. I was a patient man, I'd wait until she was ready before I slipped my head between her lips and fucked her mouth.

My grip on my coffee cup tightened. If it wasn't for Kurt fucking Lasalle, we wouldn't have to wait. I could have her on her knees right now, licking, sucking, tasting me when I came down her throat.

Gianni made a sound in the back of his own throat like he was thinking the same thing.

Damon was staring at her too.

As if she suddenly became aware of the scrutiny, her eyes popped open. She looked around at all of us, shrinking back with self-consciousness.

"It's really good bacon," she whispered.

"It's the best fucking bacon ever," Gianni said.

"It's not bad bacon," Damon said.

Terry grunted.

Damon smirked. "Fine, it's great bacon, okay?"

"Lucky you said that," Gianni told him. "Terry has been known to stab people with a fork for less." He slid a sly glance in Terry's direction.

Terry gave him the side eye in return.

"No he hasn't," Damon said evenly.

"Okay, no he hasn't, but there's a first time for everything." Gianni shrugged and grinned.