Page 63 of Tattered Souls
I lifted a brow and said, “You’re mine. Cover that up.”
He paused, winked, and then tagged a tee from the closet.
It was later in the night after we’d eaten, cleaned up the bedroom, and I was in his arms in our bed.
“Know, I’ll piss you off. Know you’ll piss me off. But we never go to bed angry. We talk it out, or we fuck it out. Okay?”
I grinned, “Okay.”
He winked, then reached over and turned the light out.
I snuggled into his side, as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “Question.”
“Yeah?” I asked with a smile.
“You sore?” he asked.
I felt my cheeks pinken, but I answered him, “A little.”
“I might wake up and want you again in the middle of the night. That okay?”
“I’ve never had that happen, so I don’t know,” I told him.
He nodded, then pressed a kiss, and yawned. “You turn into a harpy if I do it. I’ve been warned.”
I giggled.
‘A real man can’t stand seeing his woman hurt. He’s careful with his decisions and actions, so he never has to be responsible for her pain.’
– Frank’s words to his children.
Chapter 12
Garrick
Later in the night, I woke up wanting her again.
And I meant what I said. If she turned into a harpy because I woke her up for sex, I wouldn’t get mad at her.
I was warned.
So, I did it.
I started it by kissing down her body, moving the covers as I did.
She slept on.
I grinned, and then, I got my mouth where I wanted it.
Right into the fucking promised land.
My tongue had just swiped over her clit when she moaned, and it was my motherfucking name. “Garrick.”
My chest swelled with pride as I flicked her clit again, and again.
My fingers spread her pussy open, and then I went to work.
Her hand moved down and grasped my hair, pushing my head down, but she didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t stopping until I had my fill, and she had an orgasm.
