“We should christen the place,” I say with a grin.
“Ach, really? I just ate. Can I digest my food first?”
“I’m not talking about sex, butthead. Is that all you want me for?”
She laughs. “I think I would be a dickhead if you’re going to call me names and I do want you for more than sex. You’re my favorite dance partner.
“Queue the music. I think christening the place is a grand idea,” she says with a sly smile then sticks her tongue out at me.
Smart-ass, I should have known she knew what I meant. I go over to the stereo system behind the bar and find something for us to dance to. I smile when I find just the right song.
“I Know What You Want” by Busta Rhymes and Mariah Carey begins to play. I dance my way back to DJ and pull her up from her seat. I spin her around then bring her back to me by her waist, sticking my thigh between her legs as I hold her close.
I flex my fingers against the soft skin of her back as I dip to press my forehead to hers. She cups the sides of my face as a smile comes to her lips. Tilting my head to the side, I take her lips in a firm kiss.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back and allow her to turn her back to me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly, still keeping the two-step sway in play. Splaying my hand over her belly, I lean in to kiss her shoulder.
At six-three, I tower over her, but she fits me perfectly. There has never been a woman who has fit me better. Closing my eyes, I press my nose into the back of her hair and inhale.
“I love you,” we state at the same time.
I kiss the back of her head and squeeze tighter. Things feel like they’re finally falling into place. This is all I ever wanted.
And then my phone rings.
CHAPTER 39
Return of a King
Boyle
Seven months later …
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder,”she screams as I pound into her tight pussy.
I grab her long blond hair and pound harder. Sweat is dripping down my back and I’m getting so close as I fuck her from behind. I didn’t come here for this, but this is usually how things go when I come here.
I’ve become her fuck toy. That wasn’t what I was asked to do, but this woman is a force, and the pussy is good.
I release my load and groan. I needed that. I’ve been stressed the fuck out.
Sometimes I wonder if this shit was worth it. If not for her, I would be a lost cause. My boss sure doesn’t give a fuck about me.
“That was good. You fuck like you have shit on mind,” she says with that Russian accent as she lies on her stomach, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“I always have shit on my mind.”
Getting to my feet, I then stumble over to the chair in the corner and flop down into it. I grab my smokes and pop one into my mouth, then light it.
Blowing out the smoke, I narrow my eyes at the pretty blond on the bed. She sits up and looks over at me with those cold blue eyes. I still don’t know how I’ve fallen into this shit with her.
“You came to talk, da? Talk. What is problem now?”
“He’s not happy. You promised him you’d take care of the girl and stop the Alliance bullshit from happening. O’Brien gets out today, and the lass is still alive,” I reply.
“This my problem, why?”
“You made him promises. He doesn’t feel like you’re holding up your end of the bargain.”
