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“Being yours. I know we don’t know much about each other, but I feel good when I’m with you, Hodge. And I can change. I can lose weight.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I said no. You’re perfect the way you are, Kemah. I don’t need you to change anything for me.”
“You don’t want me to lose weight?”
“Only if that’s what you want. But I can tell you I do like havin’ somethin’ to hold onto when I fuck you from behind,” I tell her with a laugh. Kemah’s face lights up because I’m sure there’snever been a man in her life like me. One who accepts her the way she is. One who will love her the way she is. I don’t need her to change. I need her to stay with me. That’s it.
She leans in and kisses me, and I taste her sweetness on my tongue. When she stops and pulls back, I immediately reach for her and pull her head to my chest. Kemah shifts and adjusts herself so she’s comfortable with my arm wrapped around her.
“Next time you’re ridin’ my face.”
“What? No. I’m too big.”
“I didn’t ask you. I’m tellin’ you.”
“I would suffocate you.”
“What a fuckin’ way to go, yeah? Sweet pussy pressed against me, drownin’ in your wetness. Fuck, we might have to do that sooner rather than later,” I tell her.
“Hodge,” she starts to protest, but I cut her off.
“You’re gonna do what I say, Kemah. I’ll spank that sexy ass of yours until it’s raw if that’s what I need to do to get my way.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You don’t remember that brand on your ass, darlin’? I would dare.” She’s silent for a long time, and I think she may have fallen asleep. But then she speaks.
“Hodge?” she mumbles, through a yawn.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for coming back.”
Chapter 20
Kemah
We left Maryland and returned to South Carolina a few days ago, and that’s when reality slowly started to set in. Knowing Hodge is going to murder my family, and Jake isn’t sitting well with me. In fact, it’s had me on edge since he said it. I’ve heard him talk to the guys about it, but not in detail. Not that I needed that. What I heard was enough, and the fact that they all laugh and drink to it is a little upsetting for me.
I wring my hands in my lap as the guys all drink at the bar talking about it once more when Kiki comes to sit next to me.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“They just sit there, drinking and laughing about murder. Who the hell does that?”
“They do.” She laughs.
“This isn’t funny, Kiki. I’m … I don’t know what I feel right now.”
“You’re nervous. You’re afraid. You’re on edge. I get it, Kemah. I do. I’ve been there.”
