Page 40 of Tiny's Law

This isn’t me at all. I don’t cuddle. Yeah, physical touch may be extremely important to me, and I may be a whore for a man’s hands all over my body, but once I’m done, I’m done. Done as in don’t touch me and go to your side of the bed. But I have an inkling feeling that if Tiny hadn’t wrapped me in his arms, I would die from the dire need to touch him.

This man is dangerous.

I’m in trouble.

Chapter 12

Kourtney

“Right there is good.” Rolling over, I slowly blink my eyes open to the sound of men talking and a drill working somewhere outside of my open bedroom door. I stretch out and groan at the delicious feeling of sore muscles from last night’s activities.

The sheet slips down and lands at my waist, and I shiver at the cold air as it breezes across my exposed nipples. Dragging the sheet back up, I hop out of bed and head towards the bathroom. After relieving myself and washing my hands, I grab the baby blue silk robe from the back of the door and slip it over my shoulders, fastening it at my waist. I quickly brush my teeth and twist the rat’s nest on top of my head back into a claw clip.

Meatball greets me at the bedroom door by running his big, soft body against my bare legs. I heft him up into my arms and go in search of whatever the hell is causing all the ruckus.

Never in a million years could I have guessed what I’d find waiting for me.

Drool pools in my mouth and I nearly drop Meatball’s heavy ass to the ground.

Tiny is bent at the waist, shirtless, clad in only his jeans and shoes as he assembles some sort of monitor. Wires and cameras surround him on my living room floor while a kid in his late teens stands a few feet away from him with what looks like a spotlight in his hand.

The kid looks up at me, eyes widening, and clearly not hearing what Tiny is spewing at him about his plans for camera placement. Tiny looks up in disdain at the kid when he realizes the kid isn’t responding. Following the kid’s gaze, Tiny turns, and his eyes darken as he takes me in. His gaze travels from my bare face, down my robe-clad body, and settles on my bare feet.

I vaguely hear him let out what resembles a growl, but that could also be a purr coming from Meatball– I’m not too sure.

Tiny pushes up to his feet and stalks to me in three large steps.

“Good morning, honey.” Tiny swallows my gasp with a hard kiss pressed against my parted lips. I have just enough brain cells left this morning to kiss him back. “Seems like your pussy really likes me.”

My eyes widen and I choke on a swallow as the kid standing in my living room lets out a big bark of laughter.

I back away enough to see Tiny raking his large hand over Meatball’s head, who purrs in response and rolls his head for more rubs like the little hussy he is. I slap my other hand across my face as I blush, giggling. “My pussy?”

“Yeah,” Tiny smiles with the audacity to look sheepish.

“His name is Meatball,” I laugh, setting the fat cat back on his feet. I look around my living room at the open boxes of random tech laid out and raise my brows. “Did the Best Buy truck break down at the end of the road? Please tell me you guys didn’t commit felony theft that I’m going to need to get you out of.”

The kid is laughing so hard that he looks like he’s about to pee his pants. He’s bent at the waist and I watch in amusement as he almost drops the light in his hand.

“Best Buy?” Tiny growls, wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me up against him, pressing another kiss to my cheek. “I would never buy this shit from Best Buy, babe. This is your security system,” he says, waving his hand and gesturing to all the random equipment littering my living room.

“Jesus. What is this, Fort Knox?”

The kid, who still doesn’t have a name, laughs. “Told you this was a little overkill, boss.”

Tiny shakes his head. “Absolutely not. Safety is important to me.” He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to the monitor he was assembling.

“I’m Riley,” the kid steps forward and reaches his hand out.

Realizing I’m still only in a robe, I press my hand against my chest, hopefully confining everything I need to, and place my other hand in his.

The little flirt pulls my hand towards his face, placing a kiss against my knuckles, earning a possessive growl from Tiny.

“Hands off, kid. She’s mine.”

Goosebumps pebble along my skin at the greedy way Tiny claims me as his. Pulling my lips between my teeth, I bite down and blush at Tiny’s wink.

I clear my throat, pulling my robe tighter against my chest. Looking across the house towards the kitchen, I note the time on the microwave says it’s already ten in the morning. I’m surprised Meatball allowed me to sleep this late. Normally if he’s locked out of my room, he’s scratching at the door no later than eight for his breakfast. “Have you guys eaten?”

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