He lifts a brow. “I did agree to finger-fuck you in a kitchen full of chefs last month, didn’t I? Or haveyouforgotten about that?”
I roll my eyes. “That was an exception, you freak.” I click my tongue and drag my long nails over his still-bleeding cuts. “So like, you wanna go for another round, or what?”
He cocks his head to the side. “Sans cleanup?” he questions.
I smile and rock my hips forward, feeling him start to grow hard inside me again. “Oh yeah, sans cleanup, for sure.”
Dorran grins, all mischief and madness. “Let’s fucking go, then, Little Swan.”
Epilogue
2 days later
“Liam Hemsworth can kiss myazz…” Alex slurs, almost knocking himself over as he raises his bottle ofStone IPAin the air.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve said that before,” I tell him, then add, “A lot.”
“AndI’mpretty sure you meantass,” Cigs adds.
Varsha sips her beer audibly as she glances sideways at Alex, who gives Cignette a droopy glare.
“Since when did you become an English professor?” He jabs.
“The moment you decided to mispronounce one of theeasiestwords in the dictionary,” she retorts.
“Is azz eveninthe English dictionary?” Alex wonders as he taps his fingers over the bottle’s head. I’m assuming he does it more to himself than to us since the question isn’t anything more than a mumble.
Varsha ruffles his hair. “You aresodrunk right now,” she tells him.
His shoulders slump inwards as he smiles lazily. “I know.” He takes a big swig from his bottle, then burps before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “But I love it.”
Varsha laughs, and Cignette and I follow suit.
The four of us are sitting in the customer parking lot directly in front ofFinesse. The street we’re on is commercial, and it’s reaching midnight, so the quiet around us is a reprieve. Also, it’sa little warm, so deciding to spend time with my family outside our shop tonight has worked out well.
Alex and Varsha are on the other end, sitting next to each other with their backs to the former’sJeep, whereas I’ve got mine pressed against Cignette’s pinkCadillac, with her sitting between my thighs.
“I still can’t believe it’s been over a month since our Lutkus assignment,” Varsha says, then glances around at us. “Am I the only one in thinking that that job changed something in us?”
I shake my head. “You’re definitely not alone.” I empty my beer bottle and grab another one that Cigs has already opened for me. “I like to believe that I’m more…I don’t know, aware because of what we faced. Everything that went down at Aras’s estate sure was something none of us have encountered; our missions before have involved much less upheaval. But then again, we never got on the radar of any of the Riverside mafia families, so maybe that’s why.”
“I’mprettysure Eddie is the head of a mafia family, though,” Cigs provides.
“Eh.” Alex waves a dismissive hand in front of his face. “Eddie’s a friend, so he doesn’t count.”
Varsha chuckles. “Of course he doesn’t.”
Cigs leans back on my chest, and I suppress a hiss when her shoulder presses against my bandaged left pec. “I agree with Dor, though,” she says, taking a small swig from her gold-and-whiteUne Femmecan. “I’ve definitely gotten more cautious about things; I analyze situations differently. I always think twice before making a decision, or even before I agree to do certain things for YouTube with fellow influencers. In a way – and that’s just my experience – that night heightened my sense of precautionary safety, and sometimes when I think hard about it, I don’t know if I should be upset or grateful for it.”
“You’re right,” Alex states, then sighs. “I’ve found that I’m not so unsure of myself as I was before. I believe I can do things, and I do end up achieving the goal I set for myself. It’s a good change, I think.” He downs more of his beer. “But in saying that, I still have mixed feelings about our client. I’ve yet to decide whether I’m thankful to him for signing us on for that mission, or if I wanna curse him and his future generations with infertility for it.”
Varsha all but whips her head at him. “You know, for a moment there I thought you were on the sensible path with what you were saying, but then you had to go and crush my hopes by spewing that nonsense.”
“What?” He grunts and straightens up a little. “What did I say wrong?”
“Everything?” Cignette adds before Varsha can.
“Exactly,” Varsha agrees.
