He didn’t stop me or hit me to getmeto stop—like I’d seen Da do one time with Ma when she’d yelled at him over some bitch called Mandy. Nah, Stan relished my rebellion.
And it made his dick hard.
I’d felt the proof for myself.
He was the kind of man I needed.
One who didn’t try to put me on ice.
Who celebrated my fire.
A man who…
It was too soon to be in love with him, right?
My thoughts had been racing ever since his dick had left my mouth.
Honestly, I could have knelt there the whole damn day like he’d said, holding him there, keeping him nice and warm, maintaining that bridge between us.
I wouldn’t have said cockwarming was my shit, see above: busy life—but holy hell if my pussy didn’t disagree.
It wastotallymy shit.
And I wanted that fat dick back in my mouth, thank you very much?—
“Kitty! Jesus Christ. How many times do I have to say your name?”
I blinked at Raisin, who was scowling at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I could ask you the same question. Didn’t you see the bomb sites?”
“Huh?”
Her nose wrinkled as she shifted her head away from me. “Are you coming down with a cold?”
“What? No. We—” I glanced around us and saw the chaos at the tourist hotspot.
Deep sorrow filled me at the wasted lives. So many people had died and for what?
Sure, this Dead To Me person didn’t sound like the friendliest chick in the henhouse, but hadthisreally been necessary?
“Our hotel is definitely no more.” Neev sounded, for the first time, somber.
Neev was a chirpy person. It took a lot to make her feel down.
That this scene affected her made sense—we’d driven by a goddamn tragedy. One we’d almost starred in!
Raisin gnawed anxiously on a nonexistent hangnail. “Are we going to the consulate, Custanzu?”
I liked that she used his full name.
Stan—that was for me.
And I loved it even more that he didn’t correct her.
“We’re not,” he said from the front seat, where trigger-happy Miguel was driving ussomewhere.
Neev chimed in, “Why not?”
