Page 91 of Tattered Souls
Garrick came in then, straight towards me, and pressed a kiss to my lips.
Then he cocked his head to the side and listened.
An audiobook was playing through the speakers.
And he listened after he took a shower.
He listened while dinner finished cooking.
And he listened as we ate.
Then he looked at me after he cleaned the dishes, and said, “That was hot. Let’s go reenact it.”
I grinned inwardly, but outwardly, I shrugged.
The flare of his eyes was comical.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
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It was.
If the author had added the thing with the girl having her legs pressed together between his legs while he thrust inside of her like Garrick did... that would have made it amazing.
But now... well, now we were fighting.
“Tatum, for the last fucking time, you don’t have to work,” he said as he ran his hand through his hair.
I snorted, “Yes. I do. Who’s going to pay my bills?”
He just stared at me.
I shook my head. “Oh no. I’m not going to be some kept woman.”
That was when he blew up. “A kept woman? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Dinner. Laundry. Cleaning the house. Fucking you when you want it. A. Kept. Woman.”
Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say.
He stared at me as his jaw ticked.
And ticked.
And ticked.
His nose flared once, twice, but not once did he make a move towards me.
No.
He just stood there as he stared at me.
Then he asked, calmly, “Do you feel that way?”
I shrugged, but then I said, “No.”
He nodded, “So, what the fuck?”
