“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It’s not like him. If we don’t hear something by the morning, I will reach out. Don’t want to be a pain in his ass, though. I’m sure they have their own shit going on.”
She started to nod at that, but her posture stiffened suddenly.
“What is it?” I asked, cutting the big light, and making my way over to the couch, kneeling on the cushions next to her, and looking across the street.
“Who do you think that is?” she asked, reaching out for her phone to bring up the camera, zoom in, and take a picture. A man stood outside of the row house door, glancing casually around as he waited for the door to open.
“I have no idea,” I said, looking down at the picture. “Maybe we can send it to Keith, see if he knows anything.” Getting a nod from her, I used her phone to do just that, then sent the image to myself, so I could send it to Miko.
“Who are you sending that to?” she asked.
“Miko. He has a pretty good eye on everything going on in the city. If there’s anyone in my Family who might know who that is, it’s him.”
“It could just be a customer,” she said as the door opened, and one of the guys in the house looked up and down the street before letting the guy inside.
“Maybe,” I agreed, both of us just sitting backward on the couch, watching the house. But there was no activity. If this was a customer, this was a long-ass vetting process as one hour passed.
“Ugh,” Saylor grumbled as I finally started to move off of the couch. She was sitting with her elbows on the back of the couch, her ass popped out, her head lowered, rolling her head from side to side like she was trying to work out a knot.
“Here,” I said, moving to stand behind her and reaching out to press my fingers into her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping. Stop being such a pain in the ass,” I said, getting a little snort out of her. But her whole body tensed as my fingers met the sore spot of a knot. “See?” I said, working it with my thumbs until her posture started to soften again.
Did I stop when the knot was out, though?
Fuck no.
Not when she was being all soft again, leaning to each side, making more room for me to massage out the aches.
My fingers teased up, sliding into the silky strands of her hair, gently working across her scalp, something that she clearly enjoyed, judging by the way she sat up straight, getting closer to the sensations.
A little moan escaped her as I increased the pressure slightly as I worked across her scalp.
“Feel good?” I asked, wondering if she could hear the way desire had thickened my voice. All I got in response was another little moan. So I just kept working her for another few minutes. Until I just couldn’t fucking help myself. “See what you could have if you weren’t avoiding me all damn day?” I asked, feeling her start to stiffen and pull away. My hand slid back to the hair at the nape of her neck, twisting, and pulling hard enough to send pain across her scalp. I forced her face up to the ceiling, looking up toward me.
I knew it was the right move as I saw heat sparking in those dark eyes of hers.
“You think being an asshole is going to get you in my pants again?” she asked, not willing to give in quite so easily, even if the way her eyelids went heavy told me she was too far gone to go back now.
“No,” I said, tugging her hair harder as I moved inward, pressing my cock against her ass. “I’ll get in your pants again because your pussy is aching for my cock.”
“I don’t—“ she started.
“Maybe I should check,” I said with another little tug as my other hand slid across her hip, then moved lower.
She’d opted for leggings when she’d gotten dressed, so when my hand pressed between her thighs, I could feel the heat of her, could feel how wet she already was for me.
“Hmm,” I said, sliding my fingers up her pussy to press into her clit. “Seems like you do,” I said, watching her eyes go hazy with her need as my fingers started to work her through her pants.
Her lips parted to whimper and my fingers tugged her hair, making her take a sharp inhale that exhaled on a moan that went right to my dick.
“Want more?” I asked, getting a frantic little nod out of her that only served to tighten my hold on her hair, something that had her thighs clenching around my hand.
“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against my palm, restless, desperate for more.
And, fuck, was I happy to give it to her.