“I’m glad.”
He pulls me into his arms, giving me a squeeze and kissing my forehead. I breathe him in, his scent just as calming and reassuring as Daddy’s. I know there isn’t anything in the world he wouldn’t do for me, and I feel the same.
“One other thing,” he says, releasing me.
“What’s that?”
“Raven’s birthday.”
I nod in understanding, knowing where this is going. He came to me last year for help, too. I planned the most amazing party, but then everything went to hell in a hayride.
“Last year was shit, so I wanna do something special for her this year.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure yet, but I know I’ll need your help.”
“Cool. Just let me know. I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Thanks, shorty.”
“You’re welcome. Now go. Your wife awaits you.”
He smirks, backing away as he waggles his brows.
I turn to seek out Jon, almost bumping into him. His hand snakes its way around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breath catches, then accelerates as I tip my head up to meet his eyes.
“Ready to go?” he asks, eyes darkening from my reaction to him.
“Yeah. I’ll be back later. Mikey’s with Chopper.”
“Let’s go.”
He doesn’t give me an option, only clasping my hand in his and tugging me toward the door.
“You kids be careful!” Venom shouts after us. “Wrap it up and whatnot.”
The other men laugh, sending heat flooding to my cheeks. Always swift with his selections, Allah plays “Marvin Gaye.” It only makes the others laugh harder. Jon ignores them, leading me to his car and helping me in. He’s quiet for the entire drive, but he doesn’t ignore me. He keeps my hand in his, occasionally raising it to his lips and planting a gentle kiss on the back. It’s a simple gesture but communicates a deep message. This man adores me, and it means infinitely more than having himwantme.
Back at the house, I get right on the goodie bags I have to put together because I want to get back to the clubhouse as soon as I can. I set up an assembly line of sorts on the dining room table and get to work. Pretty soon, I’ll be able to do this in my own store. Once I can hire staff, I won’t even have to do things like this myself. With excitement running through my veins, I drop the first finished bag in a box.
“You know, I could get the prospect to do that for you.”
I look up as Jon approaches. “He’s your prospect, not mine.”
“He’ll do whatever the fuck I tell him to.” He stands behind me, moving my hair to the side and placing a soft kiss on the back of my neck. My lids flutter closed, my body shuddering at the tingle running up my spine. “Leaves you free for… other things.”
“Jon.” I steel my resolve. “I need to get this done.”
“Mm-hmm.”
His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can have better access to my neck. The bag I was holding falls to the table, the clattering sound lost beneath my moan. His tongue, lips, and teeth move across my skin, licking, kissing, nipping, sucking. He trails his tongue up my neck, gently biting into my earlobe. A hand palms my right breast, massaging it until my nipple pebbles under my bra. A heavy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, my clit pulsing from my arousal.
“Please, Jon… just….” I drag in a breath. “Just a few minutes.”
“You sure?” he whispers, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
“Yes!” I didn’t mean to shout, but holy crap, the man does amazing things to my body.