Page 155 of Chalk Outline
“How was your workout?” she asks.
“Great.” My grin turns to a wicked smirk behind the shell of her ear seconds before I take it into my mouth. “I was thinking about lifting you the whole time.”
“Mmm, sounds like a great idea.”
“Yeah, it does.” I sling her over my shoulder.
“Reeve!” she yelps, kicking her feet as I adjust myself with one hand, holding her with the other. “What are you doing? I’m in the middle—”
“Shhh, we need to take a shower, and then you need to rest with my cock inside you. Your throat is sore too, so I’ll make you a cup of tea. And you’ve been sneezing a lot since you woke up this morning. I don’t want you to catch a cold when it’s hot outside. We have a ton of shit to do.”
“Okay, all your concerns are valid, but…”
“No buts, unless it’s yours.”
In the blink of an eye, Winona spins around me and flips me to the ground. My body slams against the soiled ground likea heavy sack of potatoes. My hat rolls to the side before she catches it and puts it on her head.
Fuck, I missed her ninja moves.
Sitting on top of me, she stares me down with a wicked little grin and hungry eyes. “I’m not finished.”
“You will be once I’m done with you,” I retort.
Her hand flies to my throat, and her other hand aims the gun at my temple as she leans forward, slightly grinding against me uncontrollably.
She can’t resist it.
Her body never lied to me.
“What did the barrel say to the trigger?” I ask with a shit-eating grin. My hands come up to grip her ass, squeezing it firmly with enough pressure to leave a mark.
“Don’t shoot?” she immediately replies, chuckling to herself. I almost laugh at her funny choice of words, but instead, I click my tongue.
“Ouch, motherfucker.”
Our rolling laughter echoes. It’s not even that funny; it just sounds funny to us.
“If you keep your mouth running with your clever comments, I’m gonna tie you to bed and force you to watch me pleasuring myself.”
My little tease.
I’m not opposed to her taking control now and then. I kind of like it.
“I’ll enjoy that, but I’ll probably break the cuffs.”
“I’ll use a rope and the Shibari technique you taught me.”
Now, that’s what I’m talking about.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I run my hands up and down her back.
“I did.”
She would definitely look prettier with it.
As I’m about to lift my upper body upward, a cocking sound of a gun halts me in place.
“Don’t move, Reeve.”
