“Yeah, I hear you, Bodie.”
I TEXTED SASHA AND she met me at her place fifteen minutes later.
“I didn’t find out much. She’s spooked.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured.”
Sasha moved close, laying her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know what to think. I’m scared for her and the kids.”
“I’ve got one of the prospects watching both places all day. Anyone comes here or next door and we’ll know about it right away.”
“Alright.”
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.”
“I know. As long as you’re here to distract me.” She was trying to focus on something positive and I was more than happy to move on from the discussion, instantly growing hard as my dick decided it was a great time to show interest. Adjusting myself, I smirked when Sasha noticed.
“So easy to get your cock hard.”
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, circling my arm around her waist, and letting my hand rest on that succulent ass I adored. Our eyes locked and that wicked green I loved so much danced with a hint of mischief mixed with fear. I didn’t like the idea of her being afraid. Pissed me off that someone would make her feel that vulnerable and terrified again. She was making every effort not to focus on the dead cat but I wasn’t fooled.
“I’m here, baby.”
“I know,” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“Need you to trust me. I’ve got this.”
Her bottom lip wobbled and fuck if that didn’t punch me right in the gut.
My hand reached for hers and held tight, palm to palm as our fingers intertwined. “Me and you, Sasha.”
“Me and you,” she repeated, taking a shaky breath.
I leaned down and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers in order to awaken her hunger and help dismiss any uncertainty she had. My own hunger was quick to rise and I deepened the kiss, craving more of her touch and skin against mine. I hauled her up, groaning as her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits smashed into my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, stealing another kiss.
“Bodie.”
Hearing my name pass through those sweet, plump lips was downright addicting.
“I’m so glad I’m with you.”
Her voice hit me right in that sweet spot, shot like an arrow directly into my heart and left a warmth and contentment behind that was fuckin’ hard to ignore. One of my hands rose to rub my chest at the slight ache left behind. I wasn’t sure what that feeling meant but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of loved the way Sasha had wiggled her way into my life.
She was everything. My ol’ lady. My seductress.
My sexy valentine.
Fuck. I was going to marry her. As soon as possible.
Just thinking of her wearing my brand and my ring was making me harder as my brain quickly filled with lust. My dick was pressing up against the denim of my jeans and I groaned, wanting to fill her pussy as fast as possible.
“The shit you say to me,” I murmured.
She winked, her legs dropping to the ground. “I need to eat. Take me to breakfast.”
“Can I have you for dessert?”