Page 10 of Mob Princess

My brothers just pulled up so I gotta go. But I’m glad you made it home safely.

The weather out of DC was crap this morning, but it’s beautiful in Boston right now. I doubt that’s what he means, though. I bet he means the distance between the DC area and Montreal. Did he think I went home yesterday after the funeral or today?

Me

Brothers?

Sean

Yeah. Two. You?

Me

One

Sean

Older or younger?

I know he has to go, but I don’t think either of us wants to stop chatting.

Me

Older. You?

Sean

Baby of the family

He sends me that grinning, eyes squeezed shut emoji. There’s nothing about him that makes me think he’s the baby of anything. He’s all alpha male all the time. Just thinking that makes my cunt ache. I wish we had fucked in that storeroom.

Sean

TTYL Have a good day

Me

You too

I started the text conversation yesterday when we were in our cars. He picked it up today. Do I say more tomorrow?

“Nikki!”

For fuck’s sake.

“Yeah. I’m in my room. Hold on. I’m getting changed.”

I slide off the trousers and blouse I’m wearing and grab a pair of shorts and a tank top. If there weren’t a bunch of guys in the backyard I barely know, I’d grab a bikini and lay out. I don’t need them staring at how thin I am. I know I’m flat chested and bony. I’m fine with it because it’s just the way I’m made. But I’m hardly what most guys want when they see a woman half naked. I don’t need them staring at my flat ass any more than they would if I had a fat one.

Though Sean seemed to like what he felt yesterday. He made it seem like he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t make me feel too tall or too gangly. He made me feel desirable. He pinned me against the door, but I never felt trapped. Even when he exerted dominance, I never feared him. Just the opposite. I felt—treasured. I’ve never felt that way with a man before.

I glance down to see my nipples are hard. Great. I need a different bra. It’s definitely not cold out. I strip off my clothes and pinch my nipples to the point it hurts. I close my eyes and picture Sean’s hands on me instead of my own. I remember how it felt to have his thigh between mine. What I wouldn’t give to feel that again.

“Nikki!”

“I’m coming! Hang on!”

Nothing like your brother bellowing at you to ruin the mood. I toss on my clothes and head downstairs.

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