Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“And you’re gonna meet them, soon as that can be arranged,” he announced.
I started to smile.
Then something occurred to me and I didn’t smile.
“Are they gonna have a problem with me being a stripper?”
A shadow crossed his face, which meant a shadow shrouded my heart.
But I would learn I shouldn’t underestimate Mo, or his feelings for me, and I’d learn it quick.
Like right then.
Because Mo rolled us both to our sides, gathered me close, but kept a lock on my eyes.
“You know, baby,” he said gently, “think the problem with what you do is with you.”
Hunh?
“I don’t have a problem with it,” I pointed out the obvious.
“First place you go, first question you ask, is if someone has issues.”
It wasn’t the first.
But I saw his point.
“That’s so I can ascertain if they have issues so I won’t waste time or emotion on someone who’s an asshole.”
He looked dubious. “You sure?”
“Mo, honey,” I said quietly, “can you imagine the shit I’ve come up against because of my job?”
The dubiousness fled, understanding replaced it, and he nodded. “I can.”
We were on rocky ground here and I didn’t want to be on rocky ground.
Not now.
Not when the wait was finally over and we were getting to the good stuff.
But maybe it was good to at least start the discussion, so it didn’t get buried under all the goodness. Both of us trying to ignore it was there. Then it became harder to bring it up, but it was between us and needed to be dealt with, and since we didn’t deal with it, it grew out of control and became a problem.
This was a very adult thought.
I still didn’t want to broach it and this demonstrated why I wasn’t a big fan of being an adult.
But I was a big fan of Mo’s, so I had to be an adult.
Damn it.
“And we need to—” I began.
“Babe, I don’t like you stripping,” he announced.
Shit.
Fortunately, Mo wasn’t done.
“But I also wouldn’t like you being a journalist based in Syria. My job isn’t often dangerous, but it is far from always safe. If you had a problem with it, we’d talk about it, but it would definitely drive a wedge if you put your foot down about it. It isn’t what it is. It’s who I am and if you asked me to stop doing it, it’d be you asking me to stop being who I am. I’ll eventually have to get out of the field because this kind of job has a shelf life and I won’t be as strong and quick as I need to be. What you do isn’t the same, but it is in some regards. I like you and I’ve had enough experience with women to know I won’t like every single thing about you. But the same goes for knowing that what I like, I like a lot so I’m willing to work at it and find ways to compromise with the rest.”
Okay, that right there wasn’t a little bit.
It was a huge truckload.
“I see you’ve been thinking about this,” I noted.
“On the ride back to you. I knew if I started things with us, I had to be all in.” He pulled me closer. “I’m all in, Lottie.”
Yeah.
That was a huge truckload.
He gave me that. He gave me a kiss.
And when he pulled away, I whispered, “Thanks, Mo.”
That was when he gave me a smile and pulled fully away, exiting the bed.
I wanted to get into his “experience with women” (and how they’d fucked him up) but I was learning this was how Mo was.
He had to get rid of the condom and he didn’t make that announcement or a production of it.
He slipped out of the bed, took care of it, and came back.
I was hoping he’d brought a bunch of them because I decided, before we got into his “experience with women,” I’d give him more experience with this woman because I had a hankering to ride my mountain of man.
We could talk about the bitches in his life after I got myself in the mood not to be pissed as shit about whatever it was.
In other words, after I had another fifteen orgasms.
Mo was walking back into the room, and I was watching him walk back in, precisely his hips, not covered in cargos, and that huge dick, which was impressive even soft, and how I’d decided just then to suck it before I rode it, when he stopped dead and his head jerked to the side.
This was right before we heard a pounding on the door and a faraway, but still loud bellow of, “Lottie! Open this goddamned door!”
I felt my face pale as I watched Mo look back my way.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
Then I finished.
“Tex.”
Chapter Ten
Little Sister
Lottie
“I’ll take care of it,” Mo announced.
Say what?
You didn’t take care of Tex.