“Mr. Romantic.” She rolled her eyes.
She rode harder, getting me as deep as I could go, and her lips touched mine, tongue slid inside my mouth. My hand went under her dress and I circled her clit while she kept riding. She came with a shudder, and buried her face into my throat. I moved her hips with my hands so I could get mine.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.”
She obeyed, and her pretty eyes glassed over, mouth tipped up in a satisfied smile.
I stared deep into her eyes and slammed her down three more times, then I was coming, kissing her hard while I did, fingers tightening in her hair.
I took a few breaths and then stood, cradling her ass. My cock slid out of her as I walked us back to the house, and took her upstairs and put us in the shower. After, I carefully towel dried her, as she watched. Then, I took her to bed where I pulled her close.
“I don’t want you to hold back. I want everything, Tommy, want to be your everything. I love when you’re gentle, but sometimes I love when you’re rough.”
“You are my everything. And it’s really important to me that I don’t break you. That I don’t become too much of a task for you so you just give up.”
“You won’t. I trust you. You have to trust me, too.”
“You’re right. I’m trying.”
“That’s a start.”
Tomorrow, we were heading home. I’d sold my house, so we were heading back to my father’s house, temporarily. What the fuck was it gonna be like? I wanted to see, for myself, if Lisa was coping all right. I also wanted to have the place searched for additional safes, in case we’d missed anything. After Stan Smith, the lawyer in Thailand dropped the Kruna bombshell on my brother, it made me want to ensure we knew every bit of what was happening.
We had to shut this shit down with Tia’s friends and her bonehead ex-boyfriend.
I needed to meet face-to-face with people and ensure no one couldn’t meet my eyes. Or, that certain people who could meet my eye
s weren’t a danger anyways.
I wanted to help my brother who had a fuckuva lot on his plate.
I hoped that facing all this shit would help me figure out the best way to move forward.
I was dozing when I heard her call my name in the dark.
“Yeah, baby?”
She snuggled in. “I can’t imagine what I would’ve done if I’d been in between my father and you, Tommy. If my father had a gun pointed at you? God, you’re brave. I might have just covered my eyes and cried and hoped for the best. But, you took care of me. You saved me. Again. You always save me.”
Talking about me killing my father wasn’t something we did. We were both there, we both knew what went down, but we didn’t talk about it. She knew this was the subject that was heaviest on me.
She knew going back to face the music was weighing on me. She knew me very well so soon in our relationship. At this rate, she’d read me like a book long before we were old and gray. But, I could read her, too.
“Naw. You wouldn’t have cowered. You’re strong, baby girl. You’d have taken him out and you’d know you did the right thing.”
She flicked the light on.
“Right. Well…” She looked at me inquisitively with her eyebrows raised.
“Touché,” I said with a little smile. And then I swatted her ass. ”Go to sleep.”
“You go to sleep, too. Go to sleep knowing you did the right thing. But one more thing,” she said firmly. “Not so long ago, you told me life was a chess game and all you can do is make one move at a time and be as strategic as possible. So, that’s what we’ll do. Together. You’ve got me, babe. You’re not alone, and I love you unconditionally, so, yeah… let’s go home and face the music. We’ll figure it out.”
“What if I get sucked in and it’s not easy finding the way out of it?”
“What did I promise you?” she asked.
I stared at her quizzically.