Page 54 of Resurfaced Passion
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“He sometimes needed a reminder he wasn’t in charge of his life.” - Reaper
Even as Reaper watched Paige practically leap out from behind the counter and take off for the door like her tiny little butt was on fire, he went on laughing.
Couldn’t help it.
His ribs ached by the time he stopped and wiped a hand down his face.
Of all the fucking luck.
The goddamn irony.
He saw it clearly as if that fated bitch had backhanded him across his cheek.
He grinned to himself, the smile fading over time as Lucie eyed him warily. She probably wondered what he’d done to chase off the ever-reliable Paige.
He couldn’t tell the young girl anything.
Couldn’t tell anyone.
The fucking irony that he didn’t initially remember the first time he got his hands on his girl again… he chuckled and scratched fingers in his hair under the skull cap.
It wasn’t altogether true, what Paige had told him. He didn’tnotremember…he’d experienced snippets in his head all damn day and he was sure he could taste her. Her intoxicating moans, the ferocious ways she’d sucked on his tongue and writhed on his lap.
He’d thought he’d dreamed it all.
With so many sex dreams piled in his head, he could be forgiven for thinking last night was just another out of reach fantasy. Fucking hell, the way she’d stroked his cock… wasn’t a dream after all.
Now he knew differently, and his body flamed alive. Cock pulsing, heart banging.
His phone rang and he answered it without looking. “Need you in the shop,papi. Just got a Hummer in that needs more than my hands on it.”
“Not yet.” He told Capone. There wasn’t a hope in hell he was moving from this stool until he saw Paige again. “I’ll be there in a while.”
“Let me guess, having pancakes with diner girl?”
Normally he wouldn’t have answered. Reaper had gotten used to keeping shit to himself, careful never to disclose too much. He rarely drank enough to get a bird drunk let alone a fully-grown man weighing one-ninety. Booze gave him loose emotional lips.
“Hoping to,” he told him. “Later, Cap.” And with a smile twitching his lips, Reaper held up his coffee mug for Lucie to refill and settled in to wait for Paige.
She couldn’t stay gone forever.
Could she? This place would crumble without her.
Meanwhile, he fed all those dirty recaps through his mind and felt himself grow hard.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Like how many inches are we talking? Do we need two rulers?” - Zara
“It’s not funny.” Paige huffed, stubbing both thumbs into her eye sockets.
Mortification still rode her hard some twenty minutes later.
The two women she was with cackled, not caring for her plight that she’d practically assaulted a man. “Seriously, I could go to jail. Can you see me in the prison laundry? I’d be boiled alive in the dryers because I wouldn’t give big Sal my pudding cup. I happen to like banana pudding, Sal! Oh, my god, I’m going to jail, aren’t I?”
Winter and Zara dissolved all over again into fresh giggling.
