King of Tides (The Immortal Iron Brothers #3)

Chapter 7

In the Deep

I smile as I get up from my desk chair and close my laptop. I enjoy my online chats with my sisters. We have this bond I wasn’t expecting.

At first, I think we were all nervous and awkward. Now, I feel like they’ve been a part of my life all along. In a way I feel closer to them than I do Mack and the guys.

“Meeting you guys should be fun,” I mutter to myself as I think of our plans to finally meet up.

In just a few days, I’m going to meet my sisters face to face. I’m nervous and excited. This will help me to keep my mind off what’s coming and the fact that I can’t do anything about it.

I sigh and shake my head. Blowing out a breath, I look around my apartment. I never thought I would have this—a place all my own.

I head to the fridge for a beer. Once I finish it, I plan to take a nice long bath and read a good book. My muscles ache from the punishment I put my body through to ward off the stress of having to back off the warehouse before I got what I needed or being able to save the woman from the vision.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to save her when I’ve been forbidden from going back to the docks or any of Candido’s properties. I’m trying to wrap my head around how he has so much pull.

I swallow down a sip of beer as an idea comes to me. “Bingo. Now that’s how you use your head, Billy,” I say to myself with a sly grin.

With my beer in hand, I head into the bathroom as my thoughts begin to come together. Cap said I had to stay away. I know someone who can make sure that woman isn’t harmed and if Candido shows his true face, he’ll end up right where he belongs.

I begin to hum to myself as it all comes together. I’ll make the call after my bath. Ricci is going down one way or the other.

As the water runs, I pour in some milk bath. I’m going to treat myself. I bop my head from side to side happily. It’s going to be so sweet to nail Candido.

“Should have killed me when you had a chance,” I sing as I pull my hair up and cover it.

After, I grab my shower bag and head for the shower as I’ve decided to hop in and shave before my soak. As I’m shaving my legs, the water begins to feel like a warm caress on my skin. A gasp slips from my lips as my skin becomes hypersensitive.

I bite my lip and run my hand over my stomach. For the first time in a long time, I think about shaving my bits. I bite my lip as my neighbor comes to mind.

I’ve never seen him with a woman at his place. The way he looked at me that night in the elevator was enough to make me wonder what his type was. I cut the thought off as I remind myself he could be affiliated with Ricci.

“What a shame,” I huff and proceed to shave so I can sink into the tub.

I’m pleasantly surprised to find the water is at the perfect temperature as I step into the bath. I groan as I submerge myself into the water. The milk bath has a hint of honey in the scent that’s welcoming. I lie back and close my eyes as I allow the feeling of the warm water to carry me away.

What I’m not expecting is how far it carries me. One moment, I’m in my bathroom alone. The next, I have someone between my legs.

“Oh my God,” I cry out as I look down and find a blond head bobbing beneath the water as broad shoulders rest beneath my legs.

This feels so good I don’t want it to stop. I reach to tangle my hand into his hair and hold on tight. When his blue gaze lifts to mine, I take in a sharp breath of air.

I don’t even know this guy. How is this happening? I throw my head back and nearly buck from the tub as he reaches to pinch my clit. Reaching behind me, I claw at the tub for something to anchor me.

He hums as if he’s tasting the best thing he’s ever had in his life. I try my best to pull away, but he follows my hips down beneath the water.

I furrow my brows as I wonder how he’s breathing under there. However, that thought is lost as the buildup inside me comes to a crescendo and I cry out so loud I’m sure everyone in the building can hear me.

I lie back, panting as he comes up out of the water and pushes his blond hair out of his face. I’m in awe of him as water ripples down his chiseled chest. I take my gaze lower to see what he’s working with, but I don’t get the view I’m expecting to find.

Instead, I find myself alone once again, panting and needing more. What in the entire fuck just happened? Was that real? Can it be real sometime soon?

“Fuck, he would be the only dick I’ve ever wanted. This shit is for the birds,” I grumble to myself.

I decide to end my bath and make my call. Anything to get my mind off what just happened. My pussy is still pulsing.

Ardan

As soon as I step off the elevator, the scent of something delicious hits my nostrils. A hint of honey with something else that’s mouthwatering. Instead of heading for my apartment, I pull in my energy and follow the scent.

My groin tightens from the sight I find as I get to the trash shoot on my floor. My little officer is before me with her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she tosses out her trash.

However, that’s not what has my body hardening. She’s in a thin tank top with a pair of Crocs on her feet. The tank top she has on has risen in the back to reveal a pair of boy shorts that her cheeks are just barely contained in.

“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath.

I’ve never been interested in a human the way I’m interested in her. I want to push her up against a wall and fuck her senseless for coming out here looking so fucking sexy.

“Thanks, Carson. I know I’m right about this. It’s going to go down on Friday. My captain won’t listen to me, and I’ve been warned to stay away. When you nail that douchebag for attempted murder, I’ll have all I need,” she says into her phone.

She pauses to listen to what’s being said on the other end. I grin and allow my eyes to roam over her toned legs and plump ass. Damn, I wish she could take me.

“No, I appreciate this. Just keep me posted. I want to know that asshole gets what’s coming to him. Good night, Car. Thanks again.”

She ends her call and picks up the last bag of trash to toss it down the shoot. Not able to resist, I move to stand behind her before she turns from throwing the bag out. That’s when I release my energy once again.

She jumps as she feels my presence and looks over her shoulder at me. I catch her phone she has dropped in surprise. I smile down at her and hold her phone out to her.

“You smell amazing,” I dip my head to say into her ear.

“How the hell did you sneak up on me like that?” she breathes.

I give her just enough space to turn and face me. Looking into her eyes, I forget her question. This … this is what I want my mate to look like. Her reddish-brown eyes pop from her face and her lips. I want to taste them so bad. Why the fuck does she smell so fucking good?

“Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m a light walker,” I say close to her lips.

She clears her throat and shakes her head. It’s not lost on me that her eyes fill with a ton of lust and desire. I inhale deeply and the scent of her arousal fills my head.

I place a hand on her waist and draw her close to me. I know I can’t take things far with her, but I want a taste so bad my jaw is ticcing as my mouth waters.

She searches my face with her gaze. I bite back the smile that wants to come to my lips. She clenches her phone to her chest as if that’s enough to keep her from touching me.

“Why do you look so familiar to me?” she asks as the silence stretches between us.

“I don’t know. I would have remembered coming across a face like yours.”

“Are you sure about that? I feel like I’ve run into you in my past,” she says, still searching my face.

I’ll admit. Now that I’m this close, something is tickling my brain, but I’ve lived so long there’s no telling where we could have crossed paths. In a playful mood and because I know we could never do more than give each other head, I decide to push the envelope.

“Trust me, had you crossed my path before, your pussy would be wet every time I got near you. Your body would remember my tongue and how good I made you feel,” I lean to say into her ear.

I love the gasp that comes from her lips. I close my eyes and imagine that sound coming from her as I slide inside her for the first time.

“Not going to happen,” she pants as if reading my thoughts.

I open my eyes and look into her face. “Why not? You have a boyfriend?”

“No.” She shrugs. “I’m not interested. That’s why.”

“Lies,” I say and release her. I look down at her thin tank top and note her hardened nipples pushing at the fabric. She has goose bumps across her collarbone and down her arms. If I couldn’t smell her arousal, her body sure is giving her away. “You shouldn’t be out here like this.”

“I hadn’t planned to run into anyone or to be out here long.”

“Let me walk you to your door.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to make sure you get inside safely. You know, I’m only ever trying to be nice. We’re neighbors. I’m looking out.”

“So you want me to start coming by for sugar and shit?” she says, sounding amused.

“Sugar, a hand with opening a jar, fixing other shit that comes up. I’m here for it all,” I reply.

“And what are you looking for in return?”

“Nothing at all. Seeing your pretty face is enough for me.”

“Um … whatever. Come on. I’ll let you walk me to my door this once.”

I’m taken by surprise by her acceptance. She has shut my help down any other time I’ve offered. Images of walking into her place and trailing kisses down the back of her neck fill my head.

I put my palm on the back of her neck and start for her place. She glances at me as she bites down on her lip. I would love to be the one to have that flesh in my mouth.

Once at her door, she reaches for my wrist and pries my hand from her skin, turning her palm to place her hand in mine. I look down at our joined hands. This feels so right, but I know it isn’t.

“How long have you been with your biker club?” she asks, looking up at me.

I reach for the top of the doorjamb of her apartment door and hold on to it as I look down into her eyes. I watch as her breath hitches and her gaze rolls over me. That desire seems to increase tenfold as she takes me in.

She cranes her neck to look up at me. She’s about five-eight, give or take. My brothers and I tend to shrink down to fit in our human forms, so I tower over her at six-seven at the moment.

“Almost all my life. Why? Not into bikers?”

“Does that really matter?”

I snort. “No, gorgeous, it doesn’t.”

“Can I ask one more question?”

I reach for her waist and pull her toward my heat. I love that she comes willingly. Something I’m sure isn’t the norm for her.

“You have my attention. Ask away.”

“Do you have an older brother?”

I lean in to nuzzle her ear. “Want to come meet my family, do you? I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

A shiver runs through her as that delicious scent begins to rise more. She places a hand on my chest. “Just answer the question.”

“Yes, I have two. My oldest brother and my twin.”

She seems to relax, causing me to look down into her eyes curiously. I’m so tempted to kiss her. Yet I know if I do, I’ll be inside her apartment in the next breath with her riding my face.

“Do you all look alike?”

“What was that?” I say as she pulls me from my thoughts of devouring her sweet-smelling pussy.

“Do you guys look alike?” she repeats.

“I guess you could say we do. I’m the only one with blond hair and blue eyes.”

“Oh,” she says as a confused look comes to her face.

“What’s going on in your head? Am I not good enough for you? Looking for something else? They’re all bikers as well, so you’re not trading out for much.”

She forces a laugh. “It’s nothing. I was just curious.”

I laugh too. “You have a good night. Looking forward to talking to you again. You keep that sexy ass covered when you come out of that door. I don’t need you trying to arrest me for what I might do to someone for staring or trying to touch,” I say with a grin.

“Good night, neighbor.”

“Ardan … and you are?”

“Billy Ann, but you can call me Billy.”

“Good night, Billy. You go on inside and lock the door.”

“You just said you know I’m a cop. You know I can handle myself, right?”

“I do. I’m still going to make sure you make it inside. Unless you’re thinking about asking me to come in. I’m great with my mouth. I can do all the talking if you like.”

Her chest begins to heave, and her cheeks take on a darker hue. It’s pretty on her. I wouldn’t have thought I could make her blush.

“Good night, Ardan. It’s nice to finally know how to pronounce your name.”

“Good night, baby girl. See you around.”