The scum isn’t coming back, and good riddance.
A quick glance around the kitchen tells me the dog has plenty of food and water. Havana would kill me if I left his pet in distress. The police will find Paul Carboni’s body before too much longer. I’ll make sure of that. And someone will take care of the pooch.
Then I shove the bathrobe tie in my pocket, slip out the back door, cling to the last of the shadows as I creep back to the car, and disappear from Paul’s neighborhood like I was never there.
After a quick stop at a hole-in-the-wall diner that I know has zero security equipment and about the same number of customers at this hour, I swipe a cigarette lighter from an older woman’s table when she’s not looking, head into the men’s room, and burn the bathrobe tie. Less than two minutes later, I wash my hands, clandestinely return the lighter, get a cup of coffee to go, then text my brother one word.
Done.
Finally, I slide back into the car, run a necessary errand, pick up another item I’ve had stashed away for weeks, and head back to our love shack so the life I really want—with the woman I love—can hopefully begin.
Havana
I have no idea what time it is when I roll over in one of the most comfortable beds I’ve ever slept in and stretch. Two things startle me from my drowsy state. First, everything between my legs is deliciously tender. Second, there’s a hard, naked body next to me.
Ransom!
The night comes rushing back as I wake to find him lying beside me, his black eyes tender. He draws me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Morning.”
I’ve never woken up beside another human being, much less a man who makes my heart jolt and thump with nothing more than a smile. I can’t resist the urge to be closer, so I snuggle against him. “Morning.”
“Did you miss me?”
I frown. “You were gone?”
“I left to take care of some business and grab a couple of things.” His grin widens. “But I guess you didn’t miss me at all.”
Maybe not in my sleep, but being this close to Ransom now…
“I did. Want me to prove how much?” I nip at his stubbled jaw and toss my thigh over his hip, entwining us.
It’s no shock to feel his hard cock press against the pad of my pussy as he rolls me to my back and uses his strong thighs to spread my legs with a groan. Under him I lift my hips in invitation, gasping as his lips whisper up my throat before he settles his hot breath against my ear. “If you don’t stop tempting me, I’m going to say yes.”
“Good.”
“Flirty babygirls get fucked.”
“Even better.”
He takes my mouth, giving me one lingering press of his lips after another until I feel dazed and so slowly seduced it’s all I can do not to whine for more. But he pulls away. “After we talk. That has to come first.”
The logical part of me knows he’s right. A lot of heavy stuff went down last night, and we threw caution to the wind. But to move forward, we have to communicate. I have lots of questions. He might, too. And we didn’t talk too much about what we both wanted with each other beyond sex. We simply lost our clothes and got busy.
“Okay,” I sigh. “Give me five minutes in the bathroom.”
He rolls aside. “I left you a clean toothbrush on the counter.”
“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” With a shove of the covers, I put my feet on the floor, shivering against the chilly desert morning.
“And while you go, I’ll enjoy the view. Damn, you have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
It’s hard not to blush. Despite everything, I’m still not quite used to anyone seeing me naked, much less someone as gorgeous as Ransom.
After a few minutes in the opulent bathroom, now filled with natural light, my teeth are clean. My finger-combed do still looks like I have major sex hair. My skin is flushed and rosy. And just like last night, my pussy is swollen and slick. Despite all that, I don’t look any different than yesterday morning when I woke up wondering if Ransom would come for me. But I feel different. I feel like I’m in love.
Because you are.
After opening the door, I’m disappointed to find Ransom standing in the middle of the room, wearing his jeans as he holds out his hand to me. But I guess if we tried to have this heart-to-heart naked, we wouldn’t get much talking done.
“Come with me.”
“Where are my clothes?”
Another sly grin crosses his face. “You don’t need them.”
“So you won’t find me distracting?” I tease him by dragging my fingers slowly across my thigh, barely stopping short of my pussy.