Page 35 of Blood & Honey
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
“Hi.”I let out a yawn and sit up against the headboard.“Smells good,” I tell him.“But you look even tastier,” I taunt and lick my lips.
“Baby, don’t do this to me right now.”He hands me the plate and bends down to kiss my forehead.“I’ve gotta leave soon.”
“And yet you took time out of your day of murder and mayhem to serve me breakfast in bed.Am I a lucky girl or what?”
“I don’t know how lucky I’d consider yourself, but I’m told I’m a catch.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.We’ll see how you did with these eggs, and then we can talk about it.”
“As long as my dick cancels out the bad score my cooking may earn me.”He laughs, and I shake my head.
“You’re terrible.”
“But I’m yours.”
That he is.
“Yes,” I confirm, my heart swelling with an equal mixture of both love and fear.“You’re my man.”I cup his rough cheek, sweeping my thumb over the stubble.His green eyes darken to inky black as presses his lips to mine in a searing kiss that leaves me craving more.Much more than he has time to give right now.
“I’ve gotta go, babe.”The words sound as though they are being ripped from his throat, weighted heavily in reluctance as he nuzzles into my touch a bit more, kissing me again.This time with more intimacy and longing.His tongue sweeps against mine in a way that promises there’s more to come.
He breaks away first, and I already miss him.
“Okay.”He licks his lips and smiles, revealing he enjoys the taste of me there.“I really gotta go now.”
“I know.”I watch as he pulls on a double-shoulder gun holster, followed by his cut.The weight of his role as president crosses his features as they go from sated to tension filled.The reality of this situation hits me.
He could walk out of this room and never return.
“Stay safe, Blood.”The tremble in my voice betrays me, revealing the jab of fear I’m trying to keep at bay.
“You won’t even have time to miss me.Promise me you’ll stay here and do what Tequila and Guts say.”
“I promise,” I tell him, attempting to sound more confident than I feel.I don’t know how I’m supposed to just to sit here and wait, not knowing what’s happening.But I promise anyway because I know how much it means to him not to have to worry about me.“See you soon.”I blow him a kiss and hope for the best.
“You’re totally cheating,” Guts accuses Tequila when he returns from the bathroom.
“Bullshit.Ask Ashley?I didn’t touch the fucking table.”
“Fair enough.We all know the only balls you play with are your own.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?It’s not an insult, bro.I don’t go around touching other men’s nuts.”Tequila shoots a look my way, and I shrug.I don’t know what the hell he’s trying to say either.
“I meant tits, dumbass.”
“Who calls tits balls?Fucking no one, that’s who?”
“Your mom.”
“Mom jokes are so tired.”Tequila pokes his pool stick at Gut’s ass, and he jumps about ten feet in the air.
“You motherfucker!”His cheeks redden as he turns on him and the two of them spar with their sticks like a couple of kids playing with light sabers.
