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“Talk to me, babe.”
With a deep sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck. I try not to focus on her tits and the fact that she’s sitting on my lap wearing nothing but panties.
“It’s just...seeing her. You know I can’t stand her.”
“You want me to get rid of her, just say the word.”
“What do you mean ‘get rid of her’?” she asks, scrunching her brows together.
“I meant I’d make sure she doesn’t come around. In case you haven’t noticed, I have some clout around here.”
“Oh. It’ll be fine. I’ll just make sure I stay out of her way.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I’m going to take a shower.”
My dick objects to that plan. She tries to get up, but I keep her firmly on my lap. “Babe.”
“Jesus, Gage. You’re like a fucking rabbit.”
“I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Ugh!”
She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs, pulling my zipper down.
“I don’t want your mouth. I want your pussy.”
“Too bad. You’re not getting my mouth, either,” she replies, reaching into her panties with one hand while the other pulls my dick out of my jeans.
What the fuck?Pulling her hand from her panties, she wraps her fingers around my dick, and slides them up and down. I suck in a breath. Shit is wet with her juices. “Fuck, Raven.”
I watch her jerk me off, her tits bouncing with each stroke. I reach down to get a handful, but she slaps my hand away and doubles her efforts. There’s a distant look on her face, like she’s on autopilot and is just trying to get me off as quickly as she can. I know she’s still thinking about her sister, and if she’s not into it then I’m not going to force her.
“Stop.”
She pauses mid-stroke and stares up at me with a confused frown. “What’s wrong?”
“Your mind is a million miles away, so there’s no point. Go take your shower. I’m gonna get a beer.”
“I’m sorry –”
“You don’t need to apologize, doll. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch her walk away then zip my shit up and head out to the bar. It’s pretty quiet tonight. Some of the guys are playing pool, some are gathered around the video poker and PS3, and the others are smoking joints with half-naked women on their laps. I grab the stool next to E and swipe his shot of whiskey, knocking it back, and then slamming the glass on the bar.
“Trouble in paradise still?” he asks, quirking a brow at me.
“Gimme a shot of Jack,” I tell Booker, then turn to E. “Nah. The sister coming back threw her off. They don’t get along.”
“We were all surprised. Didn’t figure we’d see her again.”
“She shoulda stayed gone. I don’t need her messing with Raven’s head.”
“I know. She’s finally starting to act like her old self.”
“Exactly.” I down my shot and tap the bar for another. “She told me she loves me,” I say quietly.
