Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
"Because you and me, we have some unfinished business, mami," I told her, closing the distance between us, noticing the way she sucked in her breath when there was a breath of air between us.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked in a breathy voice. And if she kept looking at me with those fuck-me eyes, we weren't going to be doing much talking.
"Yeah."
'What kind of unfinished business?"
"The kind that might last more than a week or two. The kind that might mean some kind of future for us."
"You're not really a relationship kind of guy," she told me as though it wasn't something I already knew.
"From what I understand, you've never been a relationship kind of girl either," I reasoned. "But just because we haven't been in the past doesn't mean we can't be in the future. We can at least try it."
"It's not that simple," she insisted.
"You don't live that far away, Livvy."
"Yeah, but... you're used to a different kind of lifestyle. Where women are..."
"You think I can't keep it in my pants?" I asked, smile big, teeth and everything.
"It's not that..."
"It is. You think my cock controls me, huh?" I asked, liking the way her cheeks went a little pink. "I won't lie to you, mami. I like fucking. It's a good time. But you know what I like more?"
"What?"
"Fucking you," I told her. "If the choice was a different girl every day of the week or you just once, I'd choose you every time."
"But..."
"Ah, I see. You're worried you can't keep it in your pants, huh?" I asked, tsking at her, smiling when her mouth opened in outrage.
"Before you, I hadn't..."
"I'm fucking with you," I cut her off. "Look, I can't see the future. Who knows if this is going to be a ring and dress and government official thing. But I do know I want a hell of a lot more than what we've had. So I say we wing it."
"Wing it," she repeated. "I think we proved that winging it isn't our strong suit?"
"What? Because of a couple dead bangers and some bruises?"
"Thinking things through has its perks."
"Livvy, what do you want to think - or talk - through?"
"Oh, gee, I dunno. Like what Reign will think of you dating a fellow arms dealer. How we will be able to try to make something between us when I am on the road all the time? Or what would happen if this did somehow get serious. How I could be a wife or a mom when..."
"Okay okay. Too fast, I think. First, Reign will be here tomorrow. We can talk to him together if you want. As for the on the road thing, we'll work around it. So what if you have to head out for a week? It's not like you have to head out for a week every week, mami. So on the off weeks, you can be here. Or I can be there when I can be off. We can make that work. And if it is good for us, we can then think and talk about the other shit."
"What do you think Reign is going to say?"
I took a breath, took a beat, not wanting to feed her platitudes. "I think he's gonna think it's funny, honestly."
"See, now you're bullshitting me. I have heard a lot of stories about Reign. Not a single one of them implies he's got a great sense of humor."
"His life is full of serious shit. If he can find a little levity in a situation, he will."
"Like the fact that you have feelings for the girl who stole from you and likely made you the butt of relentless jokes?"
"Yeah, something like that," I agreed, nodding. "He might have some warnings about not trying to steal his contacts, or fuck with his deals again, but other than that, I think he will be alright with it. He's pretty reasonable. Besides, the girls will get wind of you being here. And, to be perfectly honest, not even Reign stands a chance against them."
"So... you really want to give this a try?" she asked, voice tentative, insecure for a woman who was usually pretty sure of herself.
"I really want to give this a try," I agreed, ducking my head to keep eye contact.
"Okay then," she agreed with a smile that was just big enough to make her dimple peek out. The real kind of smile. The kind she flashed a lot when I was around. The kind a man would work himself ragged finding new ways to make appear.
That was the plan anyway.
Whether I was ready to tell her that yet or not.
"Okay then," I agreed, giving her one of my big smiles. But just for a second.
Because there were other things I would much rather do with my mouth right then.
She whimpered against my lips at the contact, a sound that shot like fireworks through my system, making everything spark and catch fire in its wake.