Page 71 of Bad Seed
I’ve never been anyone’s boyfriend. That implies commitment beyond a few hours in the night. Devotion. Protection. Loyalty.
Love.
I can’t have a girlfriend. I’ve got one mob that treated me like family trying to hunt me down and another that treated my like dirt trying to recruit me. A man like that doesn’t settle anywhere with anyone.
Even if I feel like my skin’s two sizes too tight without her.
I can’t.
I shouldn’t.
Sadie waves her hands in the air, her face beet red. “Forget I said anything. I was just talking and my mouth said things that…”
“Yes.”
She pauses and zeroes in on me. “Yes, what?”
I know what I should do—leave tonight. Leave a new trail for the Squash family, for mine. Hope that they forget about her and let her live her life. Happy. Free. Safe.
Brushing my knuckles down her cheek, I say, “That’s my girlfriend.”
I am a selfish, rotten bastard to the core.
Sadie’s face lights up. She throws her hands around the nape of my neck, damn near pulling my head to her breasts in a feral hug. With ecstatic vigor, she kisses me.
I’m a damn fool, but I can’t walk away from her. Not yet.
It’s what I’ve been working on all day.
Bouncing, she starts to pull out pots and washes the rice. I take her in—joyful, glowing, and wanting to be with me. She flips off the water and sets the pot on the stove.
Is this that domestic bliss people talk about? Two people entwined in each other, wrapped in hazy days of nothing but fucking and eating?
“Let’s get out of here,” I suddenly shout.
She stares me down like I’ve grown a second head. “I just started the rice.” With that, she returns to her cooking, dicing garlic then melting a heap of butter.
I curl my hands around her waist and press my chest to her back. She’s focused on her task, but does arch just enough for her ass to graze my cock.
“A vacation,” I whisper, kissing down the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “Just the two of us. A beach. No one for miles to hear you screaming for me.”
“I do not scream,” Sadie says.
“More!” I kiss her again, trailing down her neck. “More!” Rolling my hands through her silky hair, I give a quick tug and thrust my cock against her ass. “More.”
Her moan shivers her body down mine. I zero in on her hands. How easily I could grab her wrists, spin her around. Fuck her right now, then drop her in my truck and take her to Mexico. “Sand between the toes. Long, moon-filled nights on the ocean. A bed with a canopy.”
“Since when do we need a bed?” she asks, but I can hear the walls breaking. She wants to go so badly.
“There are a few tables we could break too.” I run my hands under her breasts. “What do you think?” As I ask, I spread my palms right below, ready to run up them at her word.
The knife drops to the cutting board. Sadie turns to face me. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She flings her hands up in excitement. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to…where?”
“I know a little place in Mexico. Private. Secluded. No one for miles.” I keep stressing how no one will be able to find us.
