“And how long is that for?” I ask, biting my lip nervously. I owe him so much already. How can I ask him for more? He’s quickly becoming someone that I like having around.
His eyes scan my face as he reaches up and places a few strands of wet hair behind my ear. “However long you want me to be.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and rise on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He’s right about one thing—I’m always making him late. It has been so long since I’ve had any sexual release that I crave it from him. Need it. He’s so fucking good at it.
“Are you coming back over tonight?” I ask when I pull away.
“No. I’ll be at the Airport tonight.” He frowns at that thought, running his finger down my chest bone.
Why would he be there?“Doing what?”
His cell vibrates on the countertop.Bonesflashes across the screen, and I step back so he can walk out of the bathroom to answer it.
I haven’t brought up his mother or the fact that he ordered her flowers. His reasons aren’t any of my business. I just hope that whatever he needed from those flowers, he got. Everyone grieves differently, and there is no time limit on how long you can mourn a loved one.
I’m in the middle of my post-shower ritual, patting moisturizer on my face, when he comes back into the bathroom.
“What were we talking about?” he asks, walking up behind me.
“You blowing me off tonight.”
He sweeps my wet hair off my shoulder, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “It’ll be late.”
“You can wake me up.” I offer.
He spins me around, grips my hips, and sets my ass on the cold counter. “How would you like me to do that?” he asks.
“Surprise me.”
He steps between my legs and grips my wet hair, pulling my head back. Then his lips are on mine, letting me know we’re both going to be late today. The only difference is he has a job to get to and all I have is an empty shop.
TWENTY
GRAVE
“WHAT CAN I get you?” I ask the guy standing at the bar inside Crown, the exclusive night club at Kingdom. This place fell to me by default—Bones didn’t want it, Titan was too busy running the Queens, and Cross wanted to open up his own tattoo parlor. So I run the show here most nights, keeping the drinks flowing and the customers happy.
“Two shots of Patron and two Miller Lites,” he answers, pulling his card out of his wallet.
I turn around and pop the tops on the beers just as my phone vibrates in my back pocket.
“Hey, get him two shots of Patron,” I holler at one of my bartenders as I step away to answer my phone in the office. “What’s up?”
“Hey, man. Just wanted to let you know Randy has been booked.”
Fucking finally. “What are the charges?”
“Well, your plan worked. Not only did the bastard decide to fuck up, but he did a royal job at it.” I smile. “He ran his car rightinto a tree. He was drunk and had pills on him. When we went to arrest him, he punched my partner in the face.”
“Yes.” I chuckle.
“Yep, it definitely worked in our favor,” he adds. “But it gets better.”
“Go on.”
“Found out that he did have a warrant. But it’s out of Florida, and they want to extradite him. He’s looking at fifteen to twenty years there.”
“That works for me. Thanks, man.” I hang up the phone and walk back into the club. First thing in the morning, I’ll go tell Natalie the good news.
