“You don’t have to thank me,” I rest my hands on her hips, looking up at her in the dark. She hasn’t said she loves me, but that’s okay. I can wait for the words, as long as I have her.
“We’re going to get them, aren’t we?” she asks, her voice stripped back, so vulnerable that I hope to God I can.
“Yes,” I say. “We are.”
As promised,I find a dogsitter for Motor and Fox and a babysitter for the kids. I’ve never met Silence Silver, but I know the brothers X, Y and Z fairly well, so I contacted Z. He can’t make it, apparently running the Organization is keeping him busy, so Y offered to bring his sister-in-law and be our babysitters. It means Ella and Gable have all day Saturday and half the day to relax. Ella looks nervous, but it’s their first time away from the kids, so I get it.
Lina and I fly to New York.
She’s a bundle of excitement the entire trip, talking quickly about the city, how much she loved it when she first got here and loves it, still. I’m a little nervous to meet this Alistair character, but she seems sure we’ll get along. If we keep the conversation focused on lighter topics, maybe we will.
We land a little after three and check into a fancy-as-hell hotel. Lina insists she won’t stay anywhere else, and they seem to know her, because waiting for us in the suite is a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, and a handwritten note welcoming her back.
“This is … a lot,” I say. “Are they scared of you?”
“All the smart people are,” she says, winking as shepasses me, heading for the bathroom. I lean against the doorframe and watch as she puts out her things—makeup, skincare, hairbrush. She’s meticulous, and when she places our toothbrushes beside each other, I wrap my arms around her waist.
“Things have to be just right?”
She nods, adjusting them. “Yep. I like it that way.” I kiss her neck. “I like clean lines, and marble sinks, and fancy tubs.” She rests her head back against me. “I’m an expensive girl.”
“My house is hardly fancy.”
“Your house is perfect because you’re in it,” she says, and turns in my arms. “It’s perfect because it’s a home.”
She kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. It’s a slow, passionate kiss, her body pressed to mine, and my dick hardens.
We haven’t had sex since we were in San Francisco together. I’ve revisited the memory of her more than once over the last six months, but nothing will ever compare to the feel of her.
“Remember how you worshipped me?” she whispers as I kiss down her throat, my hands roaming and gripping her ass. “We’re switching roles.”
I grin against her shoulder. “Are we?”
“Yep.” She palms my hard cock through my jeans, and I groan. “Shower and meet me in the bedroom.”
I do as I’m told, a little apprehensive about what she intends to do to me. I’ve always been the one to take control in the bedroom, but I knew with Lina that wouldn’t always be the case. Her personality doesn’t call for it. She might like taking commands, but I imagine she loves giving them.
When I’m back in the bedroom, Lina has placed a chair at the end of the bed. She’s sitting in it, in black lingerie anda pair of heels, and when I approach her, she stands. She tugs off my towel, eyeing my cock before biting her lip.
“So, Chief,” she says softly, tracing the lines of my abs. “You’re used to being in charge. Do you think you can handle me taking over?”
I tilt her chin up. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Never have her green eyes been clearer, brighter. She’s thriving, and I’m loving every second of it already.
“Get on the bed and sit against the pillows,” she says. I do, and I track her as she takes her seat again. She crosses one leg over the other and grips the arms of the chair. “Stroke your cock. Slowly. Up … down … up … down. In that exact rhythm. And eyes on me, Chief.”
This is a first, but I go with it. I follow that same speed, gripping my solid cock, entirely focused on her and the sensation.
“Faster, but you don’t come until I say. Is that understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Lina.”
“Monty.”
My cock somehow gets even harder. “Yes, Monty.”
“Good boy,” she purrs, and I continue stroking. It feels good, too good. Her eyes on me, her commands, the way she runs her togue across her bottom lip, and soon I’m breaking rhythm and going faster. “Stop.”
