Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
You made me better, offered me more, but I’m fucked up and shut that door.
I made us tricky…
I need you to forgive me…
Your tricky, tricky, love—”
I barely hear the rumble coming from the audience as his lips take mine. I cling to him, our tongues twisting, tasting, as the lights go up. The crowd is chanting our names as he pulls back and whispers in my ear, “You’re my dream girl.”
And I cling to him, never letting him go. Ammo owns my heart.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I think we all just saw rock and roll His-tor-y… Let’s hear it for Courtney Falcon and Ammo.”
“If I hear one fucking chant of #Marshey…” He growls into my lips, and my breath stutters as I start to smile, then laugh, everything fading but him as I reach up to trace his full lips.
“Come on, it’s kinda cute,” I whisper as he bites my finger playfully, his eyes turning dark, then smirks and slings an arm around my neck as the crowd explodes again. Both of us laugh as he pulls me close and kisses the top of my head.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I nod up at him, my eyes swimming with fresh tears.
This is real.
Ammo is real, and he forgives me. Jesus, Ammo always forgave me, it was me not being able to forgive myself…trust myself.
I take a deep breath because I feel undone as I turn into his arms and he cocks his head at me.
And suddenly it’s gone. This albatross of anxiety that has been eating me up my entire life is gone. I’m free, as if a giant weight has been lifted from my chest.
I finally trust myself. Good or bad, I’m all in. We may not be perfect, but that’s okay.
I’m not afraid anymore.
AMMO
Five Months Later
“Okay, now remember when I wink, that’s when you take your shirt off,” Courtney states as she looks at her phone, then up at me, and I can’t help but smile as I brace my hands on my island.
“Babe, I’m not taking my shirt off when I cook. You’re lucky I’m even doing this.” I shake my head and start laughing as she rolls her eyes and motions for me to pick up my knife.
“Now remember this is live.” She smiles, “And you’re going to do this, right?” She lowers her phone and puts her hand on her hips.
“Darlin’, I fail to see why anyone would be interested in watching me cook.” I look down at all the stuff she’s laid out for me. Apparently, I’m going to be making pasta. I can’t help it, I start laughing.
“You promised. Now get serious here. The brisket one was a huge hit, this one is going to show your versatility.” She grins, her eyes full of excitement as my eyes dip to her hard nipples, in her tiny t-shirt.
We just got back into town from doing a huge event in Germany and Italy. I’m barely sure what time zone we’re in, much less ready to make homemade pasta.
“Oh, and maybe say something like even if you don’t have a Cuisinart, you can do this.” She nods, encouraging.
“Good idea. So, are you saying you want me to make pasta and not use all the machines, because that would be a long ass video.” I snort and reach for my cigarettes, my eyes focused on her tits and hard nipples in that t-shirt.
“Ammo, stop it, just mention that. Just casually say if you don’t have a KitchenAid,” she taps on the pasta maker, “You can hand roll it, or whatever…ready?”
I take an inhale of my cigarette, and grin. “Sure.”
“Oh God.” She rolls her eyes, then says. “Action.” And points at me.
“Hey. So, Courtney thought that you guys would want to watch me make pasta. Last time we did this I did a brisket and ribs, and that was actually fun. Now Court and I just got back from Italy, she rocked Rome, by the way.” I wink at her, and she looks up from her phone, her eyes narrowing on me, then back to watching me on her phone as I grin and grab some flour.
“Making pasta may seem hard, right?” I look at her. “It’s not. Just start with dumping the flour like this, and make a hole for the eggs.” She grins, and then looks up and does an exaggerated wink. I grab an egg and crack it in the hole, then repeat, winking back at her.
“Do it,” she mouths.
“Now, you guys can’t see Courtney, but she’s wanting me to do something, I’m not quite understanding. Babe, just demonstrate for me as I whisk the eggs.” Her mouth opens and my cock, that’s been hard since we started this, grows harder as I watch her, shaking her head and winking again at me.
“I do like to mention the different color in egg yolks because I know we are used to seeing them yellow, but look at these. Dark and orange…this is gonna make the pasta really burst with flavor.” I start laughing as Courtney keeps mouthing take off your shirt.