Page 29 of Cartel King

“He’s not used to another guy in my bed.”

“I don’t share.”

Her gaze doesn’t waver as we stare at each other.

“Neither do I.”

We agreed not to have sex with anyone else, but I sense she means more. I won’t push her since I know how confused she is by all of this. Wordsanddeeds. That’s what she needs. That and time.

I put her down once I’ve walked to the far side of the bed. Habit and an intense need to protect her prompt me to keep her away from the door and to have my back to it instead of her. If anyone finds us in here, I’ll be the first target. It also means I can get to the door without having to move around her.

I’m unprepared for her arms to wrap around my waist. There’s a reason I moved her hands earlier.

“A gun?”

I observe her as she assesses me. She nods, moves her hands to my chest, and pecks my lips. She lowers her eyes and moves her hands behind her back. It’s barely noticeable, but she’s biting the left corner of her top lip. She’s not used to this. I want to pounce.

“Are you a submissive?”

“I wanted to find out, but never got to.”

“Do you think I’m a Dom?”

“Maybe. You’re definitely dominant.”

I hope she never believes that shifts into domineering.

“I have been in the past. That’s not what I want with you, Ellie. I don’t want a D/s arrangement. That’s not what I want out of you as a fuck buddy. Are you into kink?”

“Again, I wanted to try but never got to. But I’m certain I’m into at least some stuff.”

I swallow a frustrated sigh. As pissed off as that makes me on her behalf, I thrill at knowing I can introduce her to this.

“You understand the difference?”

“Yes. I’ve written a few books with varying degrees of those dynamics. I just haven’t lived it.”

“Do you want to?”

“No. I don’t want to be a sub, but I want to try being submissive tonight.”

Plenty of people wouldn’t see a difference between the two. Me being dominant but not being a Dom or her being submissive, but not a sub. You can be into kink without needing the true power exchanges that come with a D/s relationship.

“Um, I have condoms.” Her cheeks flush.

“Good. I don’t carry one with me, Ellie. It’s not like I expect to randomly hook up.”

“I have them just in case. It’s not like I planned to bring guys home.”

“And that’s smart.”

She walks to the bathroom. I don’t know if she realizes I can see the entire length of her. I see the scar she means, and I see another fainter one. She probably had a Mommy Makeover, but something went wrong with part of the incision. I’ve inflicted enough wounds and seen enough of them to know what it is. She had a burst seroma, which usually aren’t stitched. They’re a hole that has to heal from the bottom up. It leaves uneven surfaces. I get why she wouldn’t want someone to see it. I won’t point out I have, but I’ll make sure she knows I like the view, nonetheless. Her ass…

I unfasten my pants, pushing my jeans to the floor. I leave my boxer briefs on, stroking myself through the material as she returns. She watches me as she puts three condoms on the bedside table. Her lips twitch. I snag her around the waist and pull her close.

“I plan to send you back for more.”

I lift her again, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’d kept her legs higher not to touch my gun earlier. Now they rest more naturally atop my hips. I crawl onto the bed. She holds onto me as I lower her to the mattress, but the moment I stretch out, she lifts her arms over her head a third time.

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