Page 50 of Cold Foot Revenge
“Okay,” he said, blinking hard. “It takes me a week to make what you made in a few hours. The point…you’re an independent woman who has been taking care of herself in an impossible situation for all this time. You aren’t hurting anyone. In fact, you’re probably helping a lot of old horny men,” he joked. “You’re a helper. You are the filler of spank banks.”
“Shut it,” she said, her cheeks flushing red.
“Look, it’s not for me to throw that in your face ever. It’s not for me to make you pay for your past. I know you now. I think you’re great. Dance moves and all. Plus, when we get into fights and you’re wrong, you can make it up to me by working a polelike you were the other night. Where did you even learn to do all those tricks?”
She laughed, and now she was fully back. Defensive, grenading Roxy was banished from the sanctuary of this room, where only they existed.
“What makes you think I’ll ever be wrong in an argument?” she asked.
“Oh God are you one of those who thinks she’s never wrong?”
“I’m good at arguing.”
“You’re also probably awesome at starting those arguments. I’ll only accept apologies in the form of private lap dances.”
Her grin was lighting up the room right now, and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest at how pretty she was laying here beside him in nothing but his t-shirt.
“Deal. What will you do when you’re wrong?” she asked.
“I’ll eat your pussy.” He meant it.
Her eyes flew wider. “Dylan,” she murmured in a shocked voice.
He shrugged his shoulders. “What? It’s an honest answer. Also, honest admission, I know I’m going to enjoy eating you out, so I’m already thinking of all the arguments I’m going to start with you.”
She cracked up and rolled onto her back. “Monster,” she said softly as her giggling settled in her chest.
“Not yet,” he said, growing serious.
A slight frown confiscated her pretty face. “We don’t have to go back to the Rabbit Hole. We can just go forward.”
He shook his head slowly. “And look over your shoulder for the rest of your life? No thanks, Wolf Mask.”
“You don’t understand what could happen.”
“Mmm, you don’t understand what is coming for the Rabbit Hole. This is boring conversation, let’s talk about fun stuff.”
“Like?”
“Like breakfast. They have the free kind here, and a waffle maker that makes waffles in the shape of Texas.”
“Whoo, fancy. I’ve never had a Texas waffle.”
“Syrup or no syrup? I need to know how to make your breakfast.”
“You would make me breakfast?”
“Hell yeah. I’ll figure out what you like. It’ll be fun.”
Her eyes were so big and vulnerable right now. “Okay. No syrup, only butter. Lots of butter.”
“Oooh, I don’t know if this is going to work anymore,” he joked. “I would do some shady shit for syrup.”
“Sweet tooth?” she asked.
“Yep. You?”
“I like salty better,” she admitted low, and cupped his dick with her hand.
