“Let it go.”

“It’s not that there are shifters. That I could deal with. But you guys have your own police, military units, government agencies. Your own stores so you can buy those giant shoes you need.”

“Hey.”

“Let it go,” Ronnie said again.

“I mean, what else am I not aware of? What else have I not been told?”

“Desiree,” Ronnie sighed, “you’re not going to know everything. That is just the way life is.”

“But I want to know. The only way to be prepared for the worst is to know everything.”

“You wanna know everything?” Sissy tickled Marcus’s ears.

“Yes! I want to know everything.”

“All right then. I found out Mitch and Brendon’s daddy, Alden, fucked my momma forty years ago. There. Now you know absolutely everything.”

Ronnie put her hand to her chest, her mouth open in shock. She even wheezed a little. “No. Way.”

“You made your point.” Dez patted Sissy’s shoulder. “There are some things you never want to know.”

“So you want me to go to Japan?”

“No.”

Mitch waited, but Smitty only stared at him.

“But you’re sending me anyway?”

“Yes.”

“With Sissy?”

That’s when Smitty’s top lip raised a bit, showing some fang.

“Look, Smitty—”

“My sister,” he snarled. “My baby sister.”

“What can I say? Like me, she’s…enthralling.”

“Enthralling? You’re enthralling?”

“We both are. And mesmerizing. It’s our gift…and our curse.”

“Y’all are both annoying, too.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He shrugged. “Would you prefer it was Gil?”

“That’s not even funny.”

“If it helps, I really do love her.”

There was a bit of sneering at that before Smitty cracked his knuckles. “All right then,” he finally said.

“Thanks.”

“So what are you planning?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you staying here? Gonna keep on being a cop? Or you gonna stick with us and make a hell of a lot more money?”

Mitch let out a gruff laugh that he hoped didn’t sound as bitter to Smitty as it did to him. “I think I’m done being a cop. Going to Japan or not, I was hoping to stick with you and Mace. Great hours, slight chance of danger, high pay, and your sister’s hot.”

Smitty snorted a laugh and walked off, tossing over his shoulder, “I sure hope you know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, hoss.”

Mitch didn’t, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

Sissy put the last of the dishes away and helped Roxy and her sisters move the furniture back to its rightful place in the house.

“Great party, Roxy.”

“Thanks, baby-girl.” She cleared her throat. “And sorry about Alden.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll just never discuss it again.”

Roxy laughed and patted her shoulder. “Good plan, baby-girl.”

With a yawn and good nights to all Mitch’s relatives, Sissy headed upstairs. She opened the door to the room she shared with Mitch and stopped in the doorway.

“What are you doin’?”

“Displaying myself for your enjoyment.”

He was stretched out on the king-size bed, completely naked, his hands behind his head. But it was the grin that always got her. She loved that grin.

“And what if your momma had walked in?”

“Let’s not ruin the hard-on, baby.”

She giggled and closed the door. “Sorry.”

“Now get on over here. It’s time to take a ride on the Mitch-mobile.”

“And I figured you’d want to talk some more,” she said, practically tearing off her T-shirt and jeans and climbing on the bed.

“And fifty hours ago, that would have been true.” Mitch let out a groan when Sissy dragged her tongue along the inside of his thigh. “But I know how needy you can be.”

“Me?” Sissy took her forefinger and tapped Mitch’s hard cock. It swung from side to side. “That can keep time with a piano.”

“Fine. I’ve gone a little too long without gettin’ me some.” He slid his hands in her hair and roughly yanked her close so her mouth was right over his. “And it’s time for you to fulfill my needs.”

Sissy pulled her knees up and then parted them so her thighs could straddle Mitch’s chest. She gripped his biceps tight with her hands and rocked her wet pussy against him.

“Aw, darlin’. When you put it like that, how can a nice Southern gal turn you down?”

Chapter 31

It took Sissy a bit to realize Mitch was pawing at her. Not pawing at her like an actual mauling, which she probably would not have enjoyed. But as she lay across Mitch’s childhood bed, naked with her feet up on the wall and her head hanging off the mattress, Mitch lay on the floor right beneath her and pawed at her hair with his hands.

“Would you like some string there instead, hoss?”

“No thanks. Your hair is stringy enough.”

“If I wasn’t so relaxed, I’d be a whirlwind of deadly blows.” She sighed lazily. “But you’re damn lucky.”