My dad stroked my cheek and smiled. “I’m gonna see you tomorrow. Stay here with your man.” He gave Aero a chin lift and walked out the door.
“Baby, come here,” Aero said, holding a hand out to me.
I shook my head. “I’m mad at you right now.”
“Angry sex is good sex, baby. You want me to show you?”
“You’re beat to shit, Jasper. We’re not having sex.”
“I was given a promise that a certain pussy would be waiting for me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He waved to his already hard cock. “The only thing that’s hurtin’ is my dick, Letti. You gonna leave me like this?”
I licked my lips and stared at him.
“Hey,” he said, and I met his eyes. “Love you.”
“I love you too, even though you’re an idiot.”
“The idiot who wants to make his girl come... hard.”
“Fine,” I huffed out, dropping my phone on the sofa side table and stomping toward him. “You better make me come more than once.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he promised, and took me back to bed.
Aero
Two days later, I awoke, my body sore and bruised, feeling better than I had in years. I rolled over to kiss Violet, but my lips connected with her pillow. “Letti?” I called, but didn’t get an answer, so I threw the covers off and sat up, scrubbing the sleep from my eyes and wincing from the pain my knuckles caused when connecting with the bruise.
I headed into my bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, then went to find my woman. I smiled. She was standing in the middle of my tiny kitchen, reading the directions on the back of a frozen box of sausages, looking totally confused, and fuckin’ gorgeous.
“Baby?”
She glanced up with a quiet gasp and frowned. “You’re up early. Are you in pain?”
