This shit is too mundane for me – staying entangled after sex, I mean. I’ve never done this before; never even had theurgeto. But with Cignette, it’s like these things happen naturally. On instinct. I always wanna be close to her, and where this revelation would have pushed me far, far away from her a few days ago, right now – in this moment, after everything I’ve seen and heard – it feels…I don’t know,okay. Perfect even, if I dare to be more specific.
My cock’s still buried inside her, so when she shifts and starts to absentmindedly run her fingernails over my chest, I feel myself harden again. But it’s when I look at the expression on her face that I realize she’s deep in thought. Lost in her own mind.
I lift her chin, then search her eyes. “Hey,” I say softly. “What’s up?”
She sighs and takes my hand away from her face, then places it between her breasts. Again: it’s something I’d never let a woman do, but it’s Cignette, so it’sokay.
“I…” She swallows. “I have a crazy thought.”
I nod. “Tell me.”
She licks her lips and works her jaw. “I think we should tell Mave about us. About everything.” She grimaces a little after saying that, as if she’s unsure of how I’ll react to it.
Honestly, I’m not fazed by it. I don’t care who knows and who doesn’t. I know what the truth is, and I’m willing to fight anyone who isn’t onboard with the idea of Cignette and I. Plain and simple.
“Okay,” I tell her. “Let’s do it.”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously? You won’t tell me how ridiculous of a suggestion that is?”
“Why would I do that?”
She clicks her tongue and gets off my lap to sit next to me, and I immediately miss her warmth. I also notice how she keeps her thighs closed in order to avoid soiling my mattress with our combined releases.
It’s cute.
“Because Mave can very well tell Uncle Chase about us, and shit could – no, wait,will– get out of hand. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you how my uncle’ll react to everything.”
“But Maverick won’t tell anyone anything,” I say simply.
Cignette raises a brow. “You seem confident about it.”
I lean back against my headboard and smirk at her. “Sweetheart, that man is inlovewith you, and the last thing he’ll wanna do is put you in any kind of danger, let alone jeopardize your standing in front of your uncle. So, if you wanna tell him about us, then go ahead; I’m okay with it.”
She sucks in a breath. “He’s not–”
“What?” I challenge, then grin.
She glares at me. “He’snotin love with me,” she says tersely.
“Right, and I’ve got dicks for arms,” I muse, earning a solid punch in one of said arms from Cignette.
She looks contemplative as she stares at the floor for a few long seconds, then brings her gaze to mine again.
“What about the others?” she asks.
“What of them?”
She pushes her tangled hair behind her ears. “What if they aren’t okay with Mave knowing?”
“How is any of it their problem?” I start, then shake my head. “Cignette, this is about you and me, notthem. Maverick already knows about all of us; he just doesn’t know aboutthis.” I gesture between us. “And, if we want him to know, then it doesn’t matter what Solo or my crew think. It’sourgoddamn business.”
She again falls into a lapse of silence.
I give her time to either talk herself in, or out of the decision, because I’m fine with either.
“Okay,” she says finally, then exhales heavily. “I’ll call Mave and ask him to come toFinesse. That alright with you?”
“Absolutely.”
