Page 122 of Guilty Minds
“I’ll change,” he answers between nibbles on my neck.
“No, you won’t,” I affirm with a smile of acceptance.
“No one is perfect,” he hums into my skin.
I giggle. “Yeah, I come with an entourage.”
“Let me guess: Marina?” He pulls on my braid, causing my head to fall backward.
“And Frank.”
“And Frank.” He laughs. “Frank is practically family at this point.”
"Couldn't agree more," I confirm with a smile.
JUSTIN
When I saw that piece of shit hitting her, I nearly died. There are very few times in my life I've been so scared, and that was just about to top the list. If Donna hadn't told me she saw Kayla's Jeep driving through Maine street, I'd never have known she was home and wouldn't have gotten here in time. I don't know what would have happened, but it would have been yet another woman in my life I was too late to save. I owe Donna a big one.
Kayla walks to the door of her trailer, unlocking it, and I trot behind her like a loyal dog. Because that's what I choose to be: a loyal and, well, she likes doggy style, so…
I glance behind me. All those months, I've been jealous over a moose. Go figure. And she calls himFrank.
Opening the door, Kayla moves to head inside when her ass is right in front of me. Her very plump and juicy ass squeezed in those tight pants: my dick stirs. Of course, it does. He missed her; we missed her. He hasn't seen any action besides my hand, and that can only get him so far. So when he saw the object of his desire, he woke up with a vengeance. And even though my body demands to throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her, my poor broken heart is just happy to see her. Any woman can give me an orgasm, but no one can give me that beautiful peace that Kayla brings me. No one.
I follow her inside and close the door. Even though the place is super clean, it seems abandoned without her. There is no Kayla spirit around. But I’m sure it will only take her a few minutes to get it back to its original glory. She bends over to do something under the sink, and my dick goes hard again. Fucking tight jeans. Should have bought a bigger size.
She washes her hands and turns to me.
“Thank you for helping me out there.” She waves her hand toward the front of the trailer.
“No problem. Looked like you and Frank had everything under control.”
Her lips twitch. “We did.”
I nod with a smile. “So, when are you moving in?”
Her face contorts, confused. “Where?”
“To my place, of course.”Duh.
She rears back. “I’m not moving into your place.”
“Why not?” Now I’m the one confused.
She looks at me like I’m a lunatic. “Because I just came back, and we were apart for so long.”
"Exactly." I spread my arms. "Why waste more time?" In my opinion, my words are very reasonable.
“We need to get to know each other again!” She throws her hands out in front of her.
"What's the best way to know each other than to live together?" I feel my face stretch into a huge smile—what does she have to say to that, huh?
She places her hands on her hips, and I notice a new tattoo on her right thumb. It's a black arrow piercing a crimson, bleeding heart. It's so delicate and so small, yet so meaningful and bright, just like my Kayla.
"You're a slob, and your place is a dumpster!" She reprimands me, but I can't help but smile. I can't take my eyes off that tattoo. It represents her so well. And the bleeding heart over there? Well, that's me. She pierced right through me, and if she pulls the arrow out, I'll bleed to death.
“I’ll clean it.” I bite my lip. Her cheeks are adorably pink, and I fuckin’ love that.
