Page 73 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

She snorted. “Art doesn’t trust anyone. At least we know who Faith is. And yes, he’s looking into him.”

“Good, we’re on the same page.” My fingers lingered along her thigh.

“Babe, did you think these PJ’s would keep me away from you?”

She wiggled her nose as she forked a bed of lettuce and tomatoes. “I knew it would throw you off.” She lifted her finger in the air.

“And slow you down.”

“Are you still pissed?”

“I’ve calmed down. But earlier, when those around us stared because of my caveman boyfriend’s comments, I was definitely pissed.” She dropped the half-eaten sandwich in the Styrofoam container.

“I know, my man. He’s jealous and very possessive. I’m convinced he’d keep me in his front pocket all day like a toy doll.”

“Correction, he’d keep you in his inside jacket pocket, so he could peek at your pretty face every two seconds.”

She turned, hiding her smile.

“You’re truly obsessed with me.”

Everything she said was true. It was safe to say I had to work hard not to be the creepy boyfriend.

I loved all things Ryah. Her eyes, lips, tits. That sassy attitude. Her pussy, of course. Shit, I had to pretend I didn’t want to fuck her to death.

I’m serious, I could fuck her from sun up to sun down.

Didn’t matter how mad Ryah got, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was a permanent fixture in her life.

“I like it,” she whispered into the bottle of water.

“I’m obsessed with you, too.” Her eyes landed on me.

“I’ll watch from afar tomorrow. I’d like to see how Lila reacts around my boyfriend. How she gets all flustered.”

Ryah climbed into my lap. “How she envisions your hands all over her body.”

I gripped her ass, staring up at her.

Leaning in closer, she brushed her lips against mine. “How good your lips taste.”

Ryah kept me in awe of her and on my toes. I loved that about her.

“I’ll use her desires to my advantage tomorrow night. I’m sleeping in your dorm room.” Gripping my hair, Ryah pressed her lips hard against mine.

“Are you staying with me, tonight?”

“Yes.”

Her lips tipped up at one end. “Good. Do you want to play Call of Duty?”

“Yeah, but after the game, I want to hold you in my arms.”

She smiled. “I definitely want that and then some.”

***P***

Trouble one and two sat upstairs, peeking at me and Lila. Ryah could’ve met her, but she’d rather fuck with me from a distance.

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