Page 41 of One Love

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a beautiful woman who snores like a little kitten.” One of her eyes pops open and I’m not sure if she’s trying to snarl at the snoring part of my comment or the cute comparison. Probably both.

“You’re annoying.” There isn’t even a bite to her words and it feels like a win as a victorious chuckle begins to form.

But then her body shifts just enough for her tit to pop out from behind the crisp white sheet and my mouth waters on command. I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs when it comes to her. Always have been.

That first day she walked into the casino looking like a fucking queen in her red dress, assessing every corner of our space, she glanced up at the camera right above the door and winked. It was a statement to whoever was behind the screens watchingher, a sexy middle finger that I felt travelling up and down my entire fucking body.

I recorded that moment and jacked off to it enough times that I noticed every exposed inch of her skin, tattooed every goosebump to memory and replayed her flirtatiousfuck youover and over again. I recognized the moment for what it was and, as I lie here, in her bed, trying to work yet being completely and inexplicably distracted by her as she sleeps, I know I was right.

Jordyn O’Neill is the only woman for me. She’s isn’t the north star to my heart, she’s the entire fucking compass. No matter what direction she points to, I’ll be there with her.

Does that make me sound like a pussy? I hope so. Pussies are strong and powerful and owning my feelings for her only makes me more worthy of her.

With my back pressed against the wall—this woman doesn’t even have a bedframe—and my legs crossed along the mattress, I follow her every movement as she springs out of bed, checks her phone, and heads straight to the bathroom to piss. It’s still early on a Wednesday morning and Hallie should be calling her, like clockwork, in about twenty minutes.

I wonder if I can get an orgasm out of my little demon before that…

The thought makes me instantly hard, which isn’t anything new. I’ve been here for the last three nights and just being around her gets my blood shooting south until she either sucks me off or fucks my brains out.

Sometimes both.

And yes, I always return the gesture in kind because eating her pussy is my favorite meal of the day.

The shower turns on and I know I’ve got about ten minutes of productivity in me. Breakfast was delivered twenty minutes ago, I met the driver downstairs to avoid waking up my girl. I fuckedher good and hard last night and just like I’d hoped, my sleep deprived demon needed to conk out for a good eight hours.

I take this time to finish up a little research on Harvey fucking Cook. Glitch and I have been digging around every corner of his digital footprints trying to figure out why and at what point this man magically became Charles Wright. No one changes names for no reason and the fact that he’s been fucking with us about some land we’ve yet to see is the reason I refuse to give up.

If there’s something out there, I’ll find it, and when I do, I’ll hand it over to J as a late birthday gift. I’m a few months late but I’ve got a good excuse…I didn’t know her yet.

When the shower turns off, I grin, slapping closed my computer and carefully placing it on the bedside table along with my glasses. This apartment is so fucking small I can feel the heat from her shower just as the door opens and she walks out wrapped in a barely-there towel.

With every step she takes, I watch her. I can’t and won’t pretend she doesn’t fascinate me.

I know Murphy was a great guy, an excellent father. Watching them, I saw the way he looked at her, the way he worshiped her. In fact, I was more than jealous and had resigned myself to loving her from afar, knowing that she loved him too. Yet, there was always that little voice in the back of my head reminding me of how different their worlds were. How her needs were probably too violent, too broken and morbid for someone as pure as he was. Sure, he worked for the mob, but really…he worked in an auto body shop as an accountant and when he went home, his hands didn’t feel dirty.

J needs someone who can walk through fire and revel in the burn. A partner who won’t bat an eye when she comes home covered in some guy’s blood and asks if he can get rid of her ruined clothes while she takes a shower. Opposites attract but that doesn’t mean it’s for the best.

“You got breakfast?” Her question is rhetorical, she can see the fucking food on the counter, but I answer anyway.

“Can’t let my girl starve on hump day.” The fact I can see the kitchen from her bed is turning out to be a great advantage.

“Whatever. It looks good.” Even though she’s complimenting my efforts, her tone sounds like an insult, all mumbled and dismissive as if her social skills are nonexistent.

“So, you think Hallie will like me as a step-dad?” I’m fucking with her, getting a rise out of her is my favorite sport. That’s what I’m letting her believe for now because I have every intention of making her mine until the day they put me six feet under. And because Jordyn no longer exists without Hallie in her life, I’m looking forward to being whatever her daughter needs from me. I’ll never replace Murphy, I’m too fucked up for that, but I can make a mean smoothie.

My body freezes as a sudden breeze at the side of my face is quickly followed by a thump in the wall. Slowly, I turn, my gaze falling on the hilt of a knife. Fuck, this woman will be the literal death of me and I’m okay with that.

“You’re lucky I don’t want my Reapers up here cleaning up the mess that is your dead body but the next time you bring up my daughter in that context, I won’t miss.”

Yup, I’m fucking hard and J notices right away.

“All I’m hearing is that you missed on purpose and I’m choosing to believe it’s because you love me.” She scoffs at my words, her glare a living, breathing thing only making my dick harder.

“Don’t confuse a good fuck with a forever, Dmitry. The only reason I allow you in my space is because a good orgasm is hard to find.” I have so many fucking jokes I could throw out but it’s my turn to be pissed off.

I’m up and off the bed faster than she can say,fuck me harder. With the size of this place, I’m in her face within the next twoseconds, one hand at her throat, pushing her into the fridge while my body is at a slight angle to avoid getting kneed in my nuts.

“I’m gonna need you to listen carefully, Jordyn O’Neill.” My face is so close I can feel the heat of her mouth on my lips and thethump thump thumpof her racing heart as I speak slowly and clearly. “You may allow me to stay here, but make no mistake, I’m allowing you the time you need to come to terms with the inevitable.” I lick a path from her delicious collar bone to that intoxicating space where her neck ends and her jaw begins. I want to lick it then bite it, and because patience has never been a virtue of mine, I don’t deny myself the pleasure.

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