Naked Love

by Jones, Lisa Renee

  Once I took my cup, I followed her closely up the stairs I hadn’t noticed before. I had been lost in my thoughts of her and all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

  “This is why I bought the place,” she said when we reached the top.

  As I made my way behind her, the stunning landscape came into view. She had a view of the Gulf of Mexico in the distance. The sun shimmering across the water made it look like a sheet of glass covered in glitter.

  “Stunning,” I muttered, sipping the coffee.

  “Come outside on the deck and have your coffee before you go.” She pulled open the sliding glass doors.

  “I’m not used to the nice-girl act,” I said as I followed her.

  “I’m not always a twat.” She laughed, sitting down on the swing, facing away from me. “Close the door, please.”

  “I’d never call you a twat, Izzy. You have such a mouth.”

  “You love my mouth, from what I remember, James.”

  “I so fucking do.” I sighed as I closed the door and made my way toward her. As I sat, I said, “This is a little slice of heaven.”

  “It’s my serenity. When shit gets bad or my life feels overwhelming, this is where I come to center myself.”

  Listening to her talk while we sat together, I felt like I was seeing the real Izzy for the first time. She had her guard down and was speaking to me differently. There was no sarcasm in her voice, no smartass comment—just Izzy. I liked this side of her, but the other one made me wild and drove me crazy.

  A comfortable silence settled between us as we sipped our coffee and gently rocked back and forth. The last thing I wanted to do was get back on my bike and leave her, but I had to. Duty called. If I didn’t go back and something happened to her brother, I’d never be able to make her mine. All hope for the future would be killed.

  “I better go,” I said. “Thank you for the perfect ending to the last twenty-four hours.” I didn’t look at her as I spoke. I stared off into the distance, taking in the beauty of the Gulf and longing for this life.

  I loved my job, but some nights, I wished for someone to be mine, someone to spend my life with. I didn’t want to lead a senior-citizen lifestyle. I wanted a partner, someone I could spar with and make love to at the drop of a dime. Izzy was what I wanted; she just hadn’t accepted her fate. She couldn’t resist me for long.

  “This has been nice. The rest…not so much. I could’ve done without the cuffs, James.” She turned to me and smiled.

  I laughed. “You’ll learn to love them.” I winked at her, and her cheeks grew flushed.

  “In your fucking dreams,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

  I reached up, stroking her cheeks, and leaned into her space. “I know many uses for handcuffs besides arrest. Imagine your body at my mercy. I could feast on your flesh for hours, Isabella,” I murmured against her lips.

  She blinked slowly and stared into my eyes. “You say such pretty shit, but I’ll pass on the offer.”

  Running my hand to the back of her neck, I gripped her roughly, holding her in place. “I could have you right now if I wanted. Don’t kid yourself. I don’t buy your bullshit. You want me as much as I want you. You haven’t forgotten how good my cock feels inside you.”

  Her eyes flashed and her tongue darted out, swiping against my top lip. “You’ll never—“

  I captured her words in my mouth, crushing my lips to hers to quiet her. The smart-mouthed woman I fucking craved was back, and I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t want to listen to her lies. I knew I’d have her again.

  As my tongue slid across hers, mingling her taste with mine, the sweetness of the sugar from her coffee made my mouth water. She tasted so fucking good. I’d leave her with a reminder of what I felt like and how I tasted.

  The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose, brushing against my fingers as we kissed. She panted into my mouth, kissing me back with her hand resting on my forearm. Her body spoke the words she was too afraid to say.

  I backed away, breaking the kiss, and stared at her face. We were both breathless and didn’t release our grip on each other.

  “What were you going to say?” I asked, trying to calm my breathing.

  “I don’t know,” she said, her voice breathy and her face flushed.

  “I can show myself out.” I stood and grabbed my coffee cup off the small table next to the swing.

  Izzy sat there looking like a deer in headlights as I reached to open the door to the house. “Wait!” she yelled, standing on shaky legs.

  “Yes?” I asked, turning to her.

  “I can at least show you out,” she said.

  I smiled and released the door handle.

  “It’s more for self-preservation, really.” She opened the door, trotting down the steps in front of me. “I want to make sure you don’t leave a reason to come back.”

  “I don’t need to leave something behind,” I said as I reached the last step, following her into the kitchen and toward the front door. “I’m all the reason you need.” I walked up to her as she stopped by the door and pressed her against the flat surface, brushing my lips against hers. “My cock is a good reason. I remember you mumbling something about God when I was finger-fucking you. And then…then there’s my mouth; you almost suffocated me to death. Do I need more reasons?”

  She glared at me and exhaled loudly, her breath hitting me in the face. “James, I think it’s you who can’t forget my pussy. It was so damn good you keep coming back for more. We’ll see who’s begging.” She ducked, weaving out of my grasp, and laughed as she stood behind me.

  I hung my head and smiled. The girl had smartass perfected. “Maybe we both have a problem.” I straightened my back and turned toward her. “We’ll find out soon enough. Thanks for the meal and coffee, doll.”

  A flash of anger clouded her eyes before a small smile spread across her lips. “You’re welcome. Keep my brother safe, ya hear me?”

  I opened the door and waved, leaving her behind. “I will. That I promise you, Isabella.”

  I climbed on my bike, smiling as I pulled away, and caught a glimpse of her standing in the door watching me head away from her home. No one did that if they hated the person. The girl had it just as bad as I did. Now I had to figure out how to get her to admit it.

  8

  Izzy

  I spent the rest of Saturday at home relaxing. No one expected me at work, so I didn’t bother. I answered a few text messages and lay around. Even Flash got a short response. I told him that I was fine but too pissed to talk to his sorry ass. He took the hint and left me alone. I mean, what the fuck could he say anyway? “Sorry I left you at the mercy of an MC guy so he could rape you”? He was a total dumbass.

  I didn’t feel like hearing bullshit from my brothers if I went into the shop. I’d have enough explaining to do showing up at Sunday dinner, but I had to go. I needed to tell everyone that I had seen Tommy. They’d be relieved that he was well, but totally pissed off at me.

  I rubbed my face as I stood outside my parents’ front door. I could hear everyone inside laughing and carrying on. We were never a quiet bunch.

  “Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself, trying to put on a happy face and come up with a bullshit excuse.

  I opened the door, walked into the foyer, and dropped my purse next to the stairs. “I’m here!” I yelled, heading toward the great room.

  The smell of pasta sauce filled the home and made me think of James. He’d looked so damn hot sitting in my kitchen, scarfing down pasta like it was the best fucking thing he’d ever eaten. I wanted to plop my pussy on the plate and let him attack it like it was his last fucking meal.

  I shook my head, clearing James from my mind. The man had me all crazy and losing focus.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Anthony hollered, standing from the couch and stalking toward me.

  “Nice to see you too, brother.” I smiled, wrapping him in my arms and patting him on the back.

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bsp; “You weren’t supposed to be back until tonight. What happened?” he asked, backing away and looking me up and down. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Anth. Really. Bike Week just wasn’t for me.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joey and Mike striding toward us. Here we go. Let the inquisition begin.

  “Hey, guys,” I said, turning toward them and holding out my arms.

  “Don’t give us that bullshit, Izzy. What happened?” Mike growled, coming to halt and glaring at me.

  “I just wanted to come home. I’m not built for that life.” I looked at Joey, trying to wrap him in a hug.

  “I call bullshit, little sister. You better spill and spill quick before I track Flash’s ass down and beat him to a bloody pulp,” Joey snarled.

  I pinched my nose between my fingers, trying to massage away the stress. “Honestly, I’m fine, guys. I made it home in one piece. I just missed you, is all.”

  “Bullshit,” Anthony coughed, and looked at the floor.

  Glaring at him, I sighed. “Listen, I’ll tell you all about it, but I want to say hi to Ma and Pop first.”

  “You will spill, Izzy.” Joey crossed his arms over his chest and did his best to look intimidating. He wasn’t to me; I’d known him my entire life. I knew the man underneath the big, hard exterior.

  “I know, I know.” I threw my hands up, walking away to find Ma, who was in the kitchen, pouring the sauce over the angel hair pasta.

  “Hey, Ma,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I loved her more than life itself. She was everything to me, even though she thought I favored my pop over her. I did at times, only because he was a pushover and I loved him for it.

  “I’m so happy you’re here, baby girl. I thought I heard you walk in.”

  “Probably heard the three stooges out there.”

  She laughed, her body shaking in my grip. “They can be a pain in the ass, can’t they?” She giggled, turning in my arms.

  “Ma, I haven’t heard you use that language in a long time.” I kissed her cheek, a small laugh escaping.

  “Sorry. I’m just stressed. Dinner!” she yelled over my head and toward the four men, who were now sitting in the living room along with the other two females in my life, ones I adored like they were my sisters.

  I flinched, covering my ears as she yelled. Years of raising five children had given her the lung capacity to not need a megaphone to be heard over the loud, obnoxious cackles of their voices.

  “Jesus, Ma. Warn a girl before you yell in her ear. Will ya?”

  She chuckled and grabbed the giant bowl of pasta from the counter. “I want to hear all about your weekend. Was it exciting?” she asked as I followed her to the dining room.

  Everyone was already seated. They must’ve run when they’d heard her voice. No one kept her waiting—at least not if they liked their life too much. She wasn’t to be fucked with.

  “It wasn’t what I’d expected.” I sighed.

  I sat down in my usual chair next to Joey, who sat at the head opposite my father. My mother always took the seat to his right; often, I’d catch them holding hands while they ate. Suzy sat next to Joey in the same manner my parents sat. Mia and Michael were across the table next to my mother, and Anthony sat on the other side of me. We all had our places, but there was always a void at the table—Thomas’s spot.

  All eyes were on me. I felt them. They were waiting to hear why I’d returned early. The only ones not paying attention were my parents. My ma was speaking with my father and dishing him out a heaping helping of pasta.

  “So, dear, tell us about your trip,” Pop said after Ma filled his plate.

  Smiling, I began to speak. “Well, it was a train wreck of sorts.” I looked down at the table, grabbing my napkin and placing it across my lap. I rested my elbows on the table and caught Joey’s watchful eye. “Don’t say it,” I warned him, holding up my hand.

  “Are you okay?” Ma asked, continuing to work her way around the table.

  “I’m fine, Ma. I wasn’t hurt.”

  “What the hell did Flash do?” Michael asked, cracking his knuckles as he glared at me. I knew that suspicious look; he’d used it on me many times as a child when pulling information out of me.

  “He didn’t do a thing. That’s the problem.” I laughed, preferring to freak everyone out for a moment.

  “Izzy,” Pop warned.

  “Not like that, Pop. I saw James,” I croaked out for some unknown reason, hoping to take the heat off Flash.

  “Oh my God,” Suzy screeched, with a giant smile.

  “Who the hell is James?” Anthony asked, looking at me with knitted brows.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but Suzy, in her excitement, answered for me. “He’s Thomas’s friend. He brought the card from Thomas to the wedding. Izzy met him there.”

  I nodded to Suzy, not worried about anything else she’d say about James. No one, not even Suzy, knew that I’d slept with James the night of the wedding. That information I hadn’t shared with a soul. I knew when to keep a secret, and that was one I’d hold close to the vest.

  “Isabella, did he have anything to say about your brother?” Ma asked, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

  “Well, that’s the thing.” I swallowed, readying myself for the barrage of questions and some pissed-off brothers. “Flash took me to a biker bar and we ran into his club.”

  “I told you to stay the fuck away from that MC,” Joey interrupted.

  “Language, son,” Pop said, and then returned his eyes to me. “Go on.”

  I shifted in my seat, worried that the dinner would turn into a free-for-all, but I knew the information about James would both be a relief and a worry. “When I got there, one of the men at the table wouldn’t look at me. He was acting funny.” No one was eating, and everyone was staring at me. “When he finally made eye contact with me, I knew it was Tommy,” I said, leaning back in my chair.

  A collective gasp sounded around the table as my words seeped in.

  “Is he okay?” Ma asked, dabbing at her eyes.

  “Yeah, he’s good, Ma.” It wasn’t an outright lie. He was okay, relatively speaking.

  “Did you get to talk to him?” Pop asked, resting his fork next to his dinner plate.

  “I did. We spent an hour alone together.” I nodded and smiled. The last thing I wanted to do was add more worry to their lives. “He promised me he’d be home soon and he asked me to send his love. He misses us all.”

  “How did he look?” Joey inquired, leaning forward with his hands clasped over his plate.

  “He looked tired, but otherwise good,” I answered.

  “How exactly did you get time alone with him?” Anthony asked, the perpetual scowl on his face intensified.

  “That’s not important,” I snapped, glaring back at him and biting my lip.

  “Like hell it isn’t. Spill it, sister,” Joey growled with snarled lips.

  “Jesus,” I muttered. “He kinda called dibs on me for the night.” I smiled, pretending like it was no big deal.

  “I’ll kill Flash!” Joey yelled, slamming the bottom of his fist on the table.

  “Fuck,” Anthony groaned.

  “Dead man walking,” Mike growled.

  “Calm the shit down!” I yelled over their over ramblings.

  “What’s that mean?” Ma asked, confusion written all over her face.

  Pop shook his head, patting my mother’s hand. “I’ll explain it later, love,” he said to her.

  “No matter how it happened, I was able to spend time with Tommy,” I said, looking around the table. “I wouldn’t trade my time with him for anything—not even the nonsense I had to go through to be with him.”

  “Tell me more about what he said,” Ma said, ignoring the others at the table.

  I spent the entire dinner talking about Tommy and answering questions. Knowing that he was alive and breathing was something we didn’t know on a day-to-day basis. Not being able to hear
his voice over the phone or get a text message were the hardest parts to deal with.

  He’d been missing from Sunday dinner for so long that it had become the norm. His seat was never filled; it sat open, waiting for his return.

  I ate my last forkful of pasta, placing my napkin on my plate, and sighed. I felt relieved to get the information off my chest and be done with the questioning by my family.

  “Thanks for the great dinner, Ma.”

  She patted my shoulder as she walked by me on the way to the kitchen. “Thank you, Isabella.”

  I smiled at her, nodding. As she left the room I looked over at my brothers, who were still wearing scowls. They were like little girls who couldn’t let shit go easily.

  “We’re not done here,” Joey barked, standing from his seat and carrying his plate in the kitchen.

  “Oh boy,” I whispered, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

  Pop winked at me. He always knew when shit was going down. He had my back. That I knew. He’d make sure the boys didn’t get too crazy.

  As I stood, plate in hand, Suzy stood too, following behind me.

  “James, huh?” she teased, elbowing me as we entered the kitchen.

  “Yeah.” I rolled my eyes, placing my plate on the counter next to Ma. “Want help?” I asked her as she rinsed the pans.

  “Nah, baby. Go sit with everyone. You’ve had a long weekend. I’ll be fine.”

  I sighed, turning and running into Suzy. She smiled and winked at me. She wanted to know only about James, and it made me uncomfortable. I walked by her and made my way toward the family room and my usual spot on the floor.

  “Did you talk to him?” she asked before my ass hit the carpet. She settled down next to me instead of next to Joey.

  “Who?” I asked, playing stupid.

  “James,” she groaned. “Come on. I know there’s more there than you’re saying.” She grinned, tilting her head and studying me.

  “We spent some time together.”

  “Ooooh,” she whispered, positioning herself next to me as she sat Indian style.

  Suzy was now five months pregnant, and showing. I couldn’t imagine having a lump sticking out of the front of me. I always lay on my stomach and would be uncomfortable during the entire pregnancy. I winced thinking about childbirth and babies. I loved them, but fuck. I was nowhere near ready to become a mom.