“That won’t happen,” she mutters, moving her body closer to mine and allowing me to wrap my arms around her. My body aches with how much I love this woman.
“Good,” I whisper.
“Magnum?”
“Yes, Damara?”
“I love you.”
Let’s hope nothing we find over at Deacon Hollingsworth’s place changes that. The uncertainty of it all makes me cling to this woman tightly knowing that in an instant, everything could get ripped away.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Damara
Flagstaff, Arizona
Magnum must have a net worth in the millions because instead of us staying at a hotel in Flagstaff on our way to Texas, he opens up one of his studio apartments for the night. This one is in a building with eight units, he explains, and the rent is enough that he can keep one place empty for emergencies. I don’t have to worry about the cops until we get to Texas, but I still feel a lot safer with us laying low like this.
Even if I’m an all-star passenger princess, riding in Magnum’s bigger vehicle gets tiring. It’s better than sitting on the back of a motorcycle while pregnant, but my feet are officially swollen and I wince with each step.
“Need some help with that?” Magnum asks as I change into my indoor clothes right in front of him because as tired as I am, there’s no way I’m putting my outside clothes on the bed.
“Help with what?” I groan as I take my sweatpants clad ass over to the bed and sink into the mattress with gratitude that Ifinally have some support beneath me to carry the watermelon-sized passenger in my womb around with me.
“Those feet,” Magnum says. “I could massage them for you. Soak them in a salt bath.”
His request makes me instantly nervous. I don’t need Magnum touching up my feet and I’m independent enough that I can just fall asleep on my own without his help.
“You always say no to help,” Magnum says. “But this baby is mine too. Let me take some pressure off, you pink-haired demon.”
He sits at the end of the bed and I shake my head, still filled with old traditions about not putting devils and demons on people’s heads.
“Not a demon,” I grumble, putting my feet up on Magnum’s lap. If he’s going to be a pain in my ass, he might as well massage my feet. His rough, gigantic hands easily take control of me and when I feel Magnum’s thumb press into the bottom of my arches, the pain and pleasure that runs straight through me makes me instantly regret giving him this much control.
Magnum chuckles.
“That’s right,” he mutters. “You like that, don’t you?”
“When did I say that?”
“I heard that moan coming out of your sexy little mouth,” Magnum says, giving my foot an even deeper massage. I don’t want to overthink this massage, but I also don’t want it to lead to anything else.
“You won’t think my mouth is so sexy when I start calling you names.”
Magnum laughs. “Do you think that will help you tonight?”
“I don’t care. I’m the one stuck carrying around your big-headed baby. I know that’s not my fault.”
Our eyes meet and we both smile. We’re already in a danger zone with each other. Although… when are we not in a fuckingdanger zone? Magnum teases me even more by finding the perfect pressure spot on the bottom of my foot. I moan again andfuckit feels so good to release that knot of tension down there.
“How do you want me to make it up to you?” Magnum asks, easing up on the painful deep tissue work and running his hands along the sides of my feet. This time, the ticklish pleasure makes me completely docile and just about ready to submit to anything Magnum might suggest. I can hope he doesn’t notice how vulnerable I am, and how easy it would be for him to bend me to his will.
“I’m good.”
“Really? You don’t need my tongue between your legs?”
“I don’t think so.”
