“Meeting is in ninety minutes.”
“Give me forty-five.”
“You got it.”
I hang up and walk over to the window and look down at the street below. It’s quiet. Most people are in their offices or behind the counters, prepping things for the lunchtime rush. I think about calling Delphi, but she’ll be busy right now, and the last thing I want to do is worry her while she’s still coping with losing Theo.
Running my fingers through my hair, I pull out my cell phone and flip through the photos until I come to the set of Theo andDelphi goofing around, jumping all over each other and making faces. For a moment, it seemed like we had everything. And now, I feel her slowly retreating into herself. I don’t know if she’s just trying to protect herself or she’s cutting herself off. It’s almost like she’s cauterizing a wound so it doesn’t bleed out. As per fucking usual, I feel helpless. Some days, I want to rage at the fucking world, because what is the point? What am I worth to her when I can’t make anything better? I failed her when it came to Snake, failed her again in the aftermath, and then, when I finally have her back in my life, I still can’t stop the dominoes from falling. Fire, explosions, seizures, vile revelations, and Theo. And now I’m just waiting for the next domino to fall, standing by like some useless fuck who doesn’t know his head from his ass.
As if sensing my turmoil, my cell phone rings, Delphi’s name flashing across the screen. I answer, hoping another fucking acorn hasn’t fallen from the sky.
“Hey, soon-to-be husband.”
“Hey, yourself. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to have lunch sent over for you. You rushed out before breakfast this morning.”
Most days we try to have lunch together. But on Wednesdays, she closes early, so she doesn’t take a lunch break.
I wince. “I’m good. I’ve got a meeting. I’ll grab something after that.”
“Okay, no worries. I have a shit-ton of bookkeeping I want to get done before I close, and you’re just taking away my excuse to procrastinate.” She chuckles.
“Poor baby. How about I make it up to you later? I’ll take you out somewhere fancy. You can get dressed up. We can dance,” I offer, even though that’s not really my scene. I’ll do whatever makes her happy.
“Would you mind if we ordered in and vegged out in front of a movie instead? I just want to spend some time with you without the whole world watching to see when I’ll break.”
“I like your plan even better.”
“Good, because this way you get to have me for dessert.”
I growl. “You trying to send me off to a meeting with a hard-on?”
She laughs, which makes me smile. “Better go to the restroom and sneakily rub one out first before things get awkward. Think of me.”
She hangs up before I can curse her out. My dick is hard just thinking about spreading her out later and feasting on her. “Fuck it.”
I head to my attached bathroom and lock the door, knowing Nathan’s tendency to walk right in. I place my phone on the counter, but I get an idea and instead lean it against a box of tissues to make sure I get the right angle. Then I hit record.
Without saying a word, I pop open the button on my jeans and lower the zipper before pulling out my cock. I wrap my hand around my length and slowly stroke up and down, making sure the camera is picking everything up. I imagine her opening the video while the shop is busy, her eyes widening before she bites her lip and presses her legs together.
Licking my lips, I stroke myself faster, picturing the flush on her cheeks as she gazes around the room before making a hurried excuse and disappearing into her office. I throw my head back and moan. I think of her doing the same—her ass in her office chair, one leg hitched up on the table as she slips her free hand inside her panties and grips the phone tighter with the other.
My breathing comes out ragged as she whispers my name in that begging plea when she wants me to fuck her harder and make her come. I feel the tingling at the base of my spine beforeI hiss and grip myself tighter. I growl her name as I come, picturing it landing on her chest before I drag my weeping cock to her lips and paint them with what’s left. I let the camera roll for a few more seconds before I reach over and stop the recording and clean myself up.
With a grin, I send the video to Delphi. She’ll kill me later, but I love it when she’s feisty. It’s that thought that relieves the tension in my shoulders. No matter what happens this afternoon, nothing will stop me from heading home to my woman.
I wait for Havoc to give me the green light before heading to my old rental. Toot pulls in just in front of me. He opens the garage and takes the bike inside, but I leave mine parked outside in view of the neighbors. Climbing off, I remove my helmet and wait for Toot, who closes the garage and walks over with a nod in greeting. He doesn’t say anything as he lets us in, not until he closes the door.
The place is spotless and smells clean and fresh. There’s a vase of wildflowers on the kitchen counter and one on the coffee table next to the sofa, which has a soft-looking throw lying over the back of it. I walk into the kitchen and do a double-take when I spot a picture pinned to the fridge, clearly drawn by a child.
“You have any clue who’s been living here?”
“No. I didn’t even think about this place until Havoc called me into his office. Don’t suppose it really matters as long as he’s not cheating on Nevaeh. She might be small, but I have a feeling she’d take him out more efficiently than a trained killer.”
“She probably knows more ways to get rid of a body too.”
He grins and nods. “Lucky bastard.”
