I smiled, tracing his Howlers tattoo with my finger. “Exactly. I had the option to move to Washington, but Colorado seemed more my style.”
“Let me guess. No Dogs here, ergo, more your style.”
I chuckled. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“Been told that before.”
I set my chin on my hand and met his eyes. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What’s your story?”
“That’s gonna have to keep for another day,” he said, rolling me onto my back and kissing my neck. “I’ve got plans for you.”
Did he ever.
By the time I fell asleep wrapped up in him, I was sure my body would never recover.
* * *
Orion
Raquel finally fell asleep about two a.m. I, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same. Mostly because everything we’d done rocked me to my core. Jesus, she was incredible, and I had a feeling I was in trouble.
Now, her lush body was pressed against mine and she was quietly snoring. All I wanted to do was wrap myself around her and stay here forever. But I wouldn’t. I had to keep this casual. Had to keep her at an arm’s length. After talking to her for ten minutes, I realized she was far too good for my degenerate ass, and I refused to let my shit rub off on her.
The problem was, I’d buried myself deep and I’d never felt anything so perfect.
Scrubbing one hand down my face, the other wrapped firmly around Raquel, I contemplated my current predicament. I was supposed to make a run to Denver in the morning to check on a couple of our businesses. My club owned several cannabis shops in the area, not to mention, my father and I owned six of our own. I had been tasked with checking on the three we’d just opened in Denver, which meant I’d be out of pocket for at least a week.
And I didn’t want to be out of pocket from Raquel for that long. I didn’t want to be away from her for an hour, let alone a week.
Technically, my dad should be doing this, but he’d decided I was his very own whipping boy and I was to jump when he said jump. It had been like this for a couple of years now and I didn’t know how much longer I was willing to eat his shit, especially now that I’d met the woman of my fantasies.
Jesus Christ, I was fucked.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Raquel grumbled sleepily, sliding her hand over my stomach.
I gave her a gentle squeeze. “No reason.”
“You don’t have to stay,” she said. “I mean, I like you being here, but don’t feel like you have to hang around if you don’t want to.”
“I’m good. Just not sleepy.”
She kissed my chest. “Well, since you’re up…”
Positioning herself between my legs, she ran her tongue over my Howler’s tattoo, then worked her way down my body. I was rock hard the second her tongue touched my skin, but when she wrapped her gorgeous mouth around my dick, I was lost. Again.
In an effort not to embarrass myself, I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her up my body, rolling her onto her back.
“I was enjoying that,” she complained.
I grinned, kissing her. “So was I. A little too much.”
“Oh,” she said with the cutest fuckin’ giggle I’d ever heard.
I took a second to roll on a condom, then I slipped inside of her and her laugh stopped on a gasp. “You good?” I asked.
