Page 93 of Tattered Souls
He smiled, “That’s eleven.”
Then the big shithead pouted.
I lifted a brow, “What’s wrong?”
“We didn’t fight. No make-up sex.”
I grinned. “Do you want me to pick a fight?”
He nodded, “Yeah.”
I nodded, then I stepped back from him and pinched his nipple.
He yelped, “What the fuck, woman?”
“How many fucking times do I have to ask you to stop leaving your wet towels on the towel rack?”
He lifted a brow, “The fuck?”
I glared, “Do you know how bad it feels to use a wet towel to dry off? One minute I’m thinking that you're thoughtful by having me a towel ready, and the next thing I’m cursing at you when a wet towel touches my cold body.”
He smiled, wide, then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to our bedroom, where yes, we had make-up sex.
And he promised to stop doing it.
A month later, I had a brand-new bathroom with a brand-new bathtub, and my man had a towel warmer installed too.
Damn... but I love him.
We also broke the tub in the first time I used it.
He had seen me in a bubble bath... and that had been that.
‘Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
– Dr. Maya Angelou
Chapter 19
Garrick
“Got invited to a party by a buddy of mine, wanna go with me?” I asked.
She lifted a brow, “Like you even have to ask.”
I handed her the bag I had and said, “Go get changed, Gorgeous.”
Sure, it wasn’t something that people generally did when they weren’t a part of an MC. However, I had buddies in MCs.
But this MC... well... they just needed to know she wasn’t available.
Because I was a tough motherfucker, and all the men that would be there... I knew I couldn’t take them all on.
Therefore, when she came out fifteen minutes later wearing a leather jacket that had Tink sewn onto the right side over her heart, and she showed me the back of it... Property of Garrick on the back...
I had to. I couldn’t fucking stop myself.
She was bent over the back of the couch. My cock was in her pussy in less than five minutes.
