“You taste so fucking good,” he groans into me. “So sweet. So wet. Somine…”
“I don’t know how much longer I can stand,” I tell him as my knees begin to shake.
And as much as he loves to torture me, he also loves to hear me scream. He finds the spot that he knows will do it and licks violently until I am doing just that: screaming.
I come hard, dripping down his face with no control of myself. But as I’m starting to learn, he likes me that way. It means he is in control.
After the shower, he pampers me with a lotion massage before dressing me in another pair of cozy pajama pants and one of his t-shirts.
“I have plenty of shirts here,” I tell him as he pulls it over my head. Not that I’m actually protesting. It smells like him, musky but clean, and I actually love it. “I don’t need to steal one of yours.”
“I like the way it looks on you,” he says as he pulls it over my head. He’s standing in front of me, looking down at me with wild blue eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I echo.
“And I’m never going to let anything happen to you,” he says before cupping my face in his palms and kissing me softly.
As we lay down, he pulls me into him. The only comfortable position for either of us at this point is spooning, but it works for me because, as he drifts off into sleep, I can pretend that I’m sleeping too.
Really, I am wide awake. It’s not that the day wasn’t good. It was perfect. Everything from the shower to the other shower and everything in the shower.
But my mind is still on Electra. While she said she was fine going home, I could tell she was unnerved. Whoever this Sean guy is, he has her scared. And that has me worried.
For some reason, everything feels a little off. Despite Ransome softening up to me, telling me multiple times that he loves meand then filing for divorce knowing it could start a civil war just to prove it, something doesn’t feel right.
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. Something is coming. Something that none of us are going to be able to stop.
I cover Ransome’s hand with mine. Because that’s all I can do—hold on tight.
46
RANSOME
It takes Amara over an hour to fall asleep. Little did she know, I was wide awake too.
But I lay with her until her breath becomes rhythmic. Until the tension in her shoulders gives way to sleep and softens as she drifts off. Whatever is on her mind, whatever she’s worrying about, I want her to know I am here. Behind her, both literally and figuratively. I want her to know I am going to take care of everything.
As soon as she falls asleep, that’s exactly what I do. I get up and throw on some clothes. With Ivan keeping watch outside the house, I head out to Elsie’s. It’s a strip club that likes to think it’s high-end just because old men with deep pockets frequent it. I personally have no interest in the place, but I know that’s where I’ll find Maverick at one in the morning. I shoot a text to Baron to see to it that he’ll be there when I get there.
Maverick is of course surprised when I walk in.
“Fancy seeing you here.” He grins up at me from a table near the front, where a red-headed girl with tits bigger than my head is doing the spread eagle in front of him.
“Bar, now,” I tell him. When he’s not quick to follow, I grab him by the collar just as he shoves a wad of ones between the girl’s cannon balls.
“What the hell is up your ass?” he asks with a scowl, shrugging off my hand.
At the same time, Baron rounds the corner, meeting us at the far end of the bar. VIP. Other than an accountant who’s about to get lucky in artificial broad daylight, we are alone.
“Any word?” I ask Baron.
“From the sounds of it, there’s been some activity.”
“Oh, so he finally crawled out of whatever manhole he’s been hiding in.” Maverick sneers into his glass.
But I’m not smiling. “What kind of activity?”
I’m so angry I could explode. It’s hard just to keep my tone even. But that’s not how things are handled, and I have to remember that. Ever since Amara showed up, it gets easy to forget.
