She’s not ready yet, but she will be, because she’s strong and brave and there’s no chance in hell she won’t try for me.
My eyes go back to her on the screen to find her talking to Nadia for a moment.Put this here. Put that there. Be my minion, and I’ll pay you with blushes and squishy hugs.
I’m tempted to call her again, to suggest she find a dark room and slide her hand into her panties for me. But like she senses my stare, or maybe she senses my hunger, she turns back to the camera and looks straight into my eyes. She stares for a moment, as though wondering if I’m here, as though she’s certain she feels my presence, and hopes it’s not just a trick her mind plays on her.
But then, because she believes what she already knows to be true, she flashes a beautiful grin and gives a little finger wave.
Yeah. She loves me. And now we’re stuck in the best possible way.
* * *
I endup napping with sweet thoughts of Abigail in my mind, and the filthy sounds of Bishops fucking in the room beside mine, then at five on the dot, I step outside and make no mention of knowing exactly how many times Jay can get Sophia off in one afternoon.
We climb into the cars and, on Soph’s orders, head just fifteen minutes away from our motel, then pull into a bar that is lively with music and women in cowboy boots.
Hats abound, skirts are short, and I stand out like a sore thumb. This isn’t a military bar where I might fit in among other large dudes, but a honkytonk… and I can’t truthfully say I’ve ever worn a cowboy hat in my life.
I watch my friend’s backs the whole time we move. I sit with my back against the wall, and push Soph between me and Jay when a dark figure approaches our table. He’s a tall-ass motherfucker who almost gives me competition in height and width, and stops with his hat pulled low, making his dark eyes darker.
He’s broad and heavy, but none of it is fat. He’s dangerous as fuck. He makes the Bishops look almost like angels.
“Guys, meet my friend,” Sophia makes the introductions. “We call him Romeo, and if you wanna step up and demand to know his real name, then I won’t get in between the alpha asshole bullshit. Or you could respect his privacy, and enjoy knowing he’s one of us.”
My eyes narrow. My heart races. My hands ball, and my lips thin. But when he extends a hand across the table, I take it and shake.
“Romeo.”
His lips lift just the tiniest of fractions. “Serrano. Good to see you again.”