“You’re like my dad, but white and a biker.”
“Way you talk about your dad, I’m gonna take that as acompliment.”
“You should.”
They stared at each other.
Jag smiled first this time.
Mal returned it.
Then they went back to their shakes.
“There’s, like, one thing sexier than watching youbond with Mal.”
It was late evening and they were out on Archie’s fireescape.
They’d ordered in from the Ethiopian place.They’d eaten it.
And now, she’d made some cocktail with prickly pear syrup.
It was sweet as fuck, and after a double dose of chocolateshakes and a heavy dinner, he wasn’t going there.
So he had a beer.
He also had his girl sitting between his bent legs, restingback against his body.
“What’s sexier?”he asked.
“Your face when I suck you off.”
At her words, he squeezed her hips with his thighs.
She shifted in his arms so she could look up at him.
“Have I ever told you how handsome I think you are, JaggerBlack?”
Well…
Fuck.
He wasn’t sure any woman had said that to him straight out.
But Archie saying it, like that, the way they were out onher fire escape, with her so goddamn pretty, right then, and all the time.
“No,” he replied, his voice on that one word weird, hoarse.
“I think you’re super fucking handsome, boyfriend,” shewhispered.
“I think I need you to suck me off right about now, baby,”he whispered back.
“First, I need to know if your folks don’t eat anything.I’mgoing to the grocery store first thing tomorrow, after you leave and before theshop opens.”
“Ma isn’t picky,” he shared.“Hound will eat what you put infront of him, avoid what he doesn’t like, but heads up.He’s a meat andpotatoes guy.”
“Gotcha.”
Jagger trailed a finger down her hairline, in front of herear, and along her jaw.
