“Alright, but if that changes, you let me know, and we’ll figure something out.”
“Aye-aye, captain.”
He grumbles something about spanking, which has my cheeks burning. I pretend I didn’t catch it as I launch into a mundane conversation about the weather.
“Citi?”
“Yeah?”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Of course, why’d you ask?”
“Because you’ve been talking about the weather for the last ten minutes.”
I snort before it turns into full-blown laughter.
“Not sure what I said that was so amusing, but I’ll take it if I get to hear that every day.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Only for you.”
I grin, looking around the cafe, which is mostly deserted. “Did you want me to order you a drink? Wait, are you on the bike or in the truck?”
“Bike. Nevaeh and Havoc are babysitting Star at your place, so I thought I’d pick you up, take a ride around town, and grab a bite to eat before heading back. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Sixteen
AMBROS
After having dinner and drinks—well,drinks for Citi—I realize I may have made a little mistake. It’s easy to take certain things for granted, like people knowing their limits and drinking responsibly. Of course, that’s not true of, say, people who were abducted as children.
Still, as I wrap my arms around a giggling Citi and lead her back to my bike, I can’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she is.
“You gonna be alright riding back? If I’d known what a lightweight you were, I’d have brought my truck,” I tease.
She swings her arm and hits me lightly in the chest, and somehow almost punches herself in the face at the same time. “Don’t be mean.”
“Never.” I turn her into me, slide my hands into her hair, and kiss her like I’ve wanted to all evening.
She melts into me, moaning into my mouth before rubbing herself all over me. Which is right around the time I realize I’ve made another rookie fucking error. Drunk Citi is a horny Citi, and I’m not sure I’m emotionally strong enough to fight her off.This woman is my kryptonite, but the last thing I want to do is anything that she may regret or resent me for in the morning. Reluctantly, I pull myself away and take her hand, ignoring my throbbing cock as I lead her to the bike. I grab the helmet I brought for her and slip it over her head, fastening the strap beneath her chin before I slip my own on.
Her hands reach out to grab my cut, holding me in place for a second. “Ambros?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“If I forget to tell you tomorrow, thank you for tonight. It felt good to let my hair down, which I can only do because you make me feel safe. Thanks for looking after me, giving me a job, and making me feel…”
“Happy?” I hope that’s her answer anyway, because that’s all I want, to make her happy.
“Worthy. You make me feel like I’m worth something.”
“Jesus, Citi, don’t you get it? You’re worth everything. I’d beg, borrow, and steal for a chance to make you mine.”
She reaches up and cups my jaw, her eyes glassy from the alcohol. “I think I might already be yours. Sober me is just a little scared to admit it,” she whispers.
