“We’re both learning, okay?” Her words console me.
I nod silently. Crushing her to me.
“Can we go back to bed?” she asks seductively, nuzzling my neck.
“Can I feel you up once we lay down?”
“You’re actually asking permission?”
“For now.” I smile against her temple.
“I think there a few places on my body that could use a good rub.”
“Well, if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s rub.” I kiss her roughly, tangling our tongues together. She moans into mouth, jumpstarting my blood flow, sending an excess straight to the head of my cock.
When we break apart, I trap Ellie’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at me.
“I love you,” I whisper sternly.
“I know,” she responds softly.
“Good,” I reply, hoping beyond hope one day she’ll love me back.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TOtalk to Kayne when he’s the one we’re talking about?
Tonight overwhelmed me to the point the aftermath woke me up out a dead sleep.
It’s all coming at me so hard and so fast. I’m scared, excited, hopeful, and doubtful all at the same time. It’s a dizzying state. Kayne keeps telling me he loves me. Drilling it into my head the same way he drilled his perversions into my body. I just needed to talk to someone, hear a voice of reason, and Jett has always been that for me when it comes to Kayne. I was in such disarray, I didn’t know up from down or right from left. I needed to purge everything I was feeling, and I knew Jett would listen.
When I called Kayne the Kingda Ka, I meant it. He’s a sharply winding trestle built for speed, and I’m not sure if I want the ride to stop or make it go faster.
I WAKE TO MY PHONEvibrating on the nightstand. I snatch it up then glance over at Ellie’s naked form. She’s fast asleep on her stomach breathing softly. The sun is just starting to rise, casting a bright orangey glow over the horizon.
I keep the phone close to my body as I read the text:
FYSA. Second insurgent identified. Threat level elevated.
What the fuck? I hit delete and slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Ellie. Tucking myself into the shadows, I dial the secure number I have memorized.
“Yo,” a man answers.
“Juice.” I keep my voice low.
“Loverboy. Didn’t think I was going to hear from you.” He sounds way too awake and chipper for my liking. But that’s Juice.
“Yeah, well, when you send text messages like that, I’m inclined to call in. What second insurgent?”
“Nicky Cruz.”
“Holy shit. He’s one of the biggest drug runners on the West Coast.”
“Yup. We don’t believe it’s a coincidence that two of the most high-powered drug traffickers in the U.S. are both visiting the Rainbow State at the same time just for a holiday.”
My blood pressure spikes.
“A commission meeting?” I ask.
“Could be. Or maybe they’re both looking for the same person.” I immediately glance at Ellie. She hasn’t budged an inch.
