Page 49 of Pen Me

My lips tingled from contact, and I sucked in a breath, terrified it’d wake her. Then she tipped her head, pressed her lips to mine and began to subtly kiss at me.

I could tell she was asleep, but when she did it again, I couldn’t resist, I kissed her back.

Her lips were so soft, I couldn’t help but immediately deepen the kiss, crushing my lips to hers. She opened her mouth, and my delusional ass thought it was an invitation for more, until she sucked the air out of my lungs and spat it back out on a scream that that sent my soul into convulsions.

Instinct never failed me as badly as it did, when I shot a hand over her mouth to silence her. That girl started eating my ribs. Jab after savage jab landed, driving the wind and sense from me when that crack sounded. I moved my hand, and she landed one to my jaw.

I hid in the crook of her neck, and grappled for her arms, all the while pleading with her like some rookie rodeo clown, “Whoa–whoa girl!”

There wasn’t no ‘whoa’ to it, when I did manage to restrain her arms, that girl snapped her head like a fuckin’ Pitbull and latched onto my jaw and earlobe.

I jerked my face away with a scream and shoved her arms into the mattress in an effort to rattle sense into her. It didn’t work with the cushiony surface, but it did take me out of her biting range.

“Goddamn it!” I roared, before gasping, “Did you just fuckin’ Tyson me?”

“Bitch, I’m gonna De La Hoya you, and then you’re gonna feel Ali!” she roared, not slowing her fight a bit. Fuck she was strong for her size, and the stamina!

I was already battered and growing weaker by the minute. I could end it quickly. I could knock her out with one to the dome, it was a chick for Christ’s sake, but I didn’t want to strike or hurt her.

My mind spun and I cried out as her arm wrangled free and she landed another rib shot. I scrambled off of her, slapping the phone off her nightstand to buy myself time.

“Sammy Jo, stop.” I heaved. “It’s me. It’s Menace.”

I breathed easily in the silence, thinking her calm on her side of the dark room, even if I couldn’t see her. Then I heard the roundchamber, and that one little sound sucked all the air out of the room.

“Whoa! Whoa!” I gasped and spoke faster than I ever had in my life, “Sammy, please. Put that shit down, come on now– Come on, girl…”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” she growled, drawing my attention to the corner.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go, swear to God.”

“You weren’t supposed to go anywhere.” She emphasized the second to last word before reminding me, “You’re fighting a murder charge.”

“The mob tried to kill me; the guards let them. I had to–”

“What?” she whispered.

“The Irish mob has a price on my head. The guy I cut– It was the wrong target. He was an Irish guy. A mobster. Now they want me dead. Ziggy and the club are probably a breath away from that sentiment themselves, since the Irish will blow back on them. And now, the only thing I’ve been able to think about for weeks is currently holding me at gunpoint, so I guess the list of fatal possibilities is growing by the hour.”

“Nobody is holding you anywhere,” she growled, stepping into the light finally.

I was left speechless for a moment. She was beautiful ass-up and oblivious, but staring at me with those deadly eyes, with that pistol in her hand–

Goddamn.

I couldn’t help myself. She could shoot if she wanted. I slowly gravitated toward her, my heart beating quicker with every step.

“I can’t go back,” I whispered, still struck by the sight of her. “I ain’t come all this way not to taste you. Not to–”

“You already had your mouth on me.” She sounded pissed, and it made my cock twitch.

It remained in a salute that made my prison uniform uncomfortable.

I stared into her eyes, content for that to be my last vision on this Earth and slapped her wrist. I latched on and pinned her arms against the wall, letting the gun land loudly on the floor beside us.

“Darlin’, I didn’t risk spending the rest of my life in a federal cage to stop with just your lips.”

Her eyes widened at my words, momentarily losing that rage, but they were no less gorgeous.

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