Page 24 of Jace 4Ever
“Yes. He was rogue at the end of three.”
“Put him on the payroll. Make him straight up legit again, and we can reveal why as we go through the story.” I glanced at the script. “I think the opening should be a twist. He could…be in a bar, and everything is going insane around him, but he’s just sitting there, sipping a mojito. And when people are yelling for his help, he keeps answering,lunch break.”
“Oh, you are truly evil.” Nelson started typing on the laptop. “Keep going. Let’s make this amazing.”
There wasa dick pressed against my thigh.
It felt nice, and I wiggled back toward it. I was warm and comfortable and quite, quite naked. The bed was soft, and the sheets were a light, comfortable cotton.
A hand traced little circles on my stomach, and a warm breath passed over my ear.
I gasped and bolted up right out of bed.
Turning, I found Nelson sitting up, confused and bed drunk.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“I—” Gulping air, I tried to stop my heart from galloping. “Nelson.” My butt hit the bed and I clutched at my chest. His arm slid around my waist and he pulled me back against him.
“What’s wrong?”
The first words that wanted to spill out of my mouth were,I thought I had forgotten to check in with my pimp.Those wouldn’t have been good words to say. They were from a nightmare left over from years ago. “I thought I was somewhere else.”
“Mm, nope. You’re here. With me. Come back and cuddle. You cuddle so nicely.”
He lifted the sheet and I slipped back in with him. He pulled me against him again, his body hard and soft at the same time. However, I was wound tighter than a drum instead of just being able to enjoy it.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
He kissed down my neck, slowly. “Something spooked you, Jace. Just…tell me you’re okay and that it’s not something that is threatening you right now.”
“It’s not threatening me,” I whispered. “I haven’t been threatened like that in years.”
“Trust me to keep you safe then, baby.” His lips were a ghost over my skin. “I like you here in my bed. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Maybe I didn’t. Not here, not with Nelson. Not in his place, in his bed, in his arms. I just needed to get my brain on board with that.
His warm, large hand drifted down my side. “Let me make you forget for a while…”
I forgot for a very, very long time.
