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)
I settled in to enjoy the show.
He’d squirted bodywash in his hands and was rubbing it on himself when I said, “You know, I have no clue if I would have fallen for you before you went into the Army.”
Slowly, his arms crossed on his wide chest, his hands soaping his pits, he stopped moving except he turned his head to look at me.
I kept talking.
“Though my guess, no. Because back then, you wouldn’t be Mo. Not my Mo. The Mo I need you to be. I’m sure you were still awesome. But not as awesome as you are now. And it’s not I’ll take the bad with the good when it comes to dealing with shit, like your dreams. It’s that it’s all good. It’s all you. It’s who you are and what you did and how you come to me. And I’ll take it all, Mo. Because I want it all. Who you are and what you did and how you come to me is precisely what I need you to be.”
Mo said nothing and remained unmoving.
“Just so you know, the boys were here having breakfast after you took off. I talked to them. About your dreams.”
This did not make him appear to be pissed or even annoyed.
He just kept staring at me.
“I don’t want to talk about you, have you find out and have you thinking it was done behind your back,” I explained. “They told me some stuff, but not anything I wouldn’t have done anyway. So we’ll just get this out there right now, so it’s there and over. If you want to talk about your dreams, I’ll listen. If you don’t want to talk about your dreams, I won’t push. If you need to get up and go the gym, I don’t care. If you need to do anything, save injecting heroin, to deal, I’m at your back, on your side or whatever you need. But if shit gets extreme and you aren’t talking to me about it, I’m going to the boys. There it is. You cool with that?”
Mo didn’t speak or move.
“You cool with that, honey?” I pushed.
He finally spoke.
“Get in the shower, Lottie.”
“I already took one, baby,” I whispered.
“Get. In the shower. Lottie,” he said a lot lower, a lot slower and in a way one part of me didn’t have to get in the shower to get wet.
I hopped off the counter and took off the shorts, panties, tank and bra I put on after I showered.
Then I got in the shower with him.
Waiting for Mo, I’d had time to shower.
I had not had time to do my hair.
I didn’t think about that.
I didn’t because Mo’s hands were under my arms, I was lifted up and pulled around, my back slammed against the tile, and Mo was pressing into me.
“Legs around my back,” he ordered.
We’d had the talk. Absolutely. Since Tammy had cheated on him, he’d gotten tested. He was clean and didn’t go in ungloved with the two chicks he’d had since her.
Before him, I’d had a long dry spell and was on birth control.
So after I wrapped my legs around his back, Mo wrapping a fist around his big dick, guiding it to me and thrusting right in was just about him and me.
Him and me.
“Love me?” I whispered as I held on with all I had and did that everywhere.
His mouth took mine in a hot, wet, long kiss.
After he broke it, he grunted, “Yeah.”
That was when I gave it to him.
“Love you too, baby.”
“No shit?”
Uh.
Wait.
What?
No shit?
What did he mean, no shit?
“Is that what you say when I first tell you I love you?” I demanded to know, though it came out “Is THAT what you SAY when I FIRST tell you I LOVE YOU?” seeing as I took his powerful thrusts while demanding it so his cock forced every few words to be louder.
“Words don’t mean dick, Lottie. You’ve been showin’ me you love me since you threw down with Tammy. Now shut up, babe, and get fucked.”
I glared at him.
His hips dipped and rolled.
I bit my lip and stopped glaring at him.
Mo grinned at me.
He was still doing it when he kissed me.
And he fucked me.
We both came.
After, I helped him finish washing up.
I’d watch him shower to fruition some other time.
Or I wouldn’t.
It didn’t matter.
I could have what I wanted with Mo anytime I wanted it.
I knew that to my soul.
So either way was good with me.
Chapter Fourteen
Dream Girl
Lottie
I raced down my steps as best I could wearing only one shoe, and turned into the living room.
My ears had not deceived me in what they heard while I got dressed upstairs.
The boys had arrived.
Hot guy action was everywhere.
Axl stretched on my couch.
Auggie lounged crossways across my armchair.
Boone sitting on my counter in the kitchen.
Mag with his head in my fridge.