“Our lifestyle,” I correct.
“Darn it.”
“What?” I ask, hearing the teasing in her voice. I know she’s about to say something silly.
“I don’t remember a red room when you gave me the tour. You have ruined my fantasy of some rich Dom I’m going to run away from,” she says, pursing her lips to keep from laughing.
I snort. “I never disappoint, baby. Ever.”
I get up from the bed and reach for her to pull her up. Her brows furrowed with curiosity. I kiss her forehead, then turn her and push her forward toward the master bath where the his and hers closets are.
“Okay, what kind of kinky shit can we find in here?” she says once we’re in the walk-in closet.
“Hush,” I growl and slap her ass.
I lead her to where the hidden panel is and enter the code. The door pops open and I guide her through. She releases a gasp and I laugh.
“It’s not red, but if that’s the color you prefer, I can paint it.”
She turns and wraps her arms around my neck. “You are full of surprises. A whole ass playroom hidden in your closet. I have to say I’m impressed.”
“There’s a weapons room in the other closet.”
“The perfect his and hers closets.”
“It’s like I always knew I’d get you in this house,” I say with a smile.
“Oh, no. I said nothing about moving in with you.”
Quickly, I toss her over my shoulder and swat her ass again. “Torque is already packing. You’re mine now in every sense of the word. We’re not living in that apartment when we have a home,” I say firmly.
“I multiply after midnight when wet. Trust me, you don’t want me to move in.”
“I’ll take my chances. It’s time we try to make it through a meal,” I say.
We tried breakfast and lunch. Both times we ended up feasting on each other. When we enter the kitchen the mess we left is still there.
I place Roni on one of the stools at the island and go to look through my refrigerator for something to make for dinner. Once I’ve done inventory, I turn and look at her. She’s watching me with her elbows on the island, her face in her palms, and her lips turned up.
“I can make us spaghetti. Or chicken cutlets with fettucine,” I offer.
“Wait.” She frowns. “What’s the point of dating an Irish-Scot if he’s going to offer me Italian food?”
I pick up the dish towel and toss it at her. “Shut up.”
“You know I’m right. Do I have to call Cass?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, I have to go to the store.”
“Can I just say that it’s so sexy that you’re going to cook for me.”
I round the counter and move between her legs. Cupping her face, I look her in the eyes. She leans in and I kiss her soft lips.
“I love it when you’re like this.”
“Like what?”
I kiss her nose. “Open, your guard is down.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. “You’re my safe place. I can be around you. No watching, no calculating. I like that.”
I capture her lips in a deep kiss. Soon I have to force myself to break it before we never eat. “Come on. I’ll put you in the tub while I make a store run.”
Roni
Dinner was nice, but this is so much better. I think something is wrong with me. Two baths and three naps and I still want more.
Who wouldn’t want more of this? I grin as he places a kiss to my stomach. My body is already coiled tightly from this sensory torture that’s proving John isn’t the only freak.
He has placed a blindfold over my eyes and headphones on my ears. However, it’s what plays in my ears that’s makes me question so much about myself. John teases my body as the sound of porn plays through the headphone.
Some chick is going crazy as the guy grunts and coaches her and it’s all so fucking hot. Not knowing where John will touch me next, if he’ll slip inside me and feed this ache—I’m almost overwhelmed with anticipation. I can’t help squirming as I wait for him to make me scream like the woman in my ears. I part my lips and moan when he takes a nipple into his mouth.
“John,” I hiss when he moves away yet again.
I don’t even know how long this teasing has been going on. All I know is I want it to stop so I can feel him once more. Almost twenty-four hours ago, I put a bullet in a woman’s skull over this man and I have not a single regret.
“Babe,” I whimper as he starts to suck on my inner thigh.
I can’t believe he’s calmly feasting on my body while I’m losing it from the simplest touch. This isn’t fair, but I don’t want it to stop. I’m panting and wiggling as he has his way.
Suddenly, I’m turned onto all fours. Face down, ass in the air, my body his for the taking, and take he does. With his finger on my clit and the symphony of sex in my ears, it doesn’t take long for him to bring me to my climax.
He tears the headphones from my ears and places his mouth to the shell of one. “We are one and the same. You were made for me.”
“Maybe,” I say sleepily, my lids already drooping.
He groans as he finds his own release. The swell and hot sensation, causing me to come again. Nap number four is welcomed with a smile.
Chapter 53
Small Assignment
Roni
I wake and stretch. Looking to the side John had been sleeping on, I find the bed empty. I smile. John likes to run in the mornings. He skipped his run yesterday.
My body is sore, but I smile at the reminder of the previous day I had. I’m not complaining at all. Damn, I need to get to the apartment to pack. We leave the day after tomorrow.
“I still don’t want to go,” I mutter to myself.
I frown and climb out of the bed. I avoid John’s family when I can. Cass doesn’t make that easy.
It’s not that I don’t like them. I don’t know them. The Blacks have this dynamic that makes me uneasy with longing. I can understand why Missy was so hard pressed to be a part of their clan.
You’re afraid to get close because you’re afraid of losing them.
“Oh, shut up,” I say to my thoughts.
I climb into the shower to avoid the truth running through my head. I want what the other girls have—the connection to Cass, Joe, and all the brothers. I just don’t know how.
I press my forehead to the tile wall. Honestly, I think I was damaged before I ever ended up in that place. They only stepped on the broken pieces that were left over.
Can this work with John?
It’s like all my evil thoughts begin to attack. Guilt consumes me as I see Natasha’s face in my head. Here I am in this house, this gorgeous bathroom and I have no idea what happened to her. I don’t know if I can truly say I tried my best to find her.
I punch the side of my hand against the shower wall. I gasp for air as my thoughts threaten to take me under. It’s like a weight that’s being pressed down on me.
Cutting off the water, I end the shower and go to step out. I grab a towel and wrap in it. That’s when something feels off.