Page 11 of Reaper's Ride
Snooki finally sighed and sat beside my bed. “I’m waiting with you. Rael, I’ll see you later.”
She dismissed him. Good. Maybe they weren’t fucking. I’d end it fast if they were. Not his place to touch what was mine.
Rael snorted. “Text if you need me, Snooki.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go on.”
He ticked his chin my way and left the room, taking his heavy presence with him as he left. The fucker was intense.
Snooki’s blue eyes landed on me. She sighed softly. “We’re not together. Not now.”
Ah. I knew I had picked up that they had fucked. “When?”
“Are you asking when it stopped?”
I nodded, worried I would growl a verbal answer.
“Years.”
That surprised me.
“He’s married with three babies. Nylah is a nurse. She’s the one I called the day of your accident.”
“But you’re not fucking?” I asked to clarify.
“No. Not for a long time. Not since he met her.”
Good. “Then he can fuck off with the protective shit.”
She laughed. “He’s always been like that.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “You should know I’m a club girl. It’s how I am. Err, was.”
“I don’t give a shit what you wanted or who you slept with before we met. That’s your business, darlin’. I only care about now.”
And the future. I decided not to spook her with that knowledge. I’d tell her when I felt she was ready to hear it.
“The past bleeds into the present. I’ll always be a club girl to the members and their ol’ ladies.”
I hated the sad tinge to her tone. “Hey, you’re just you, baby. No fucking labels unless you want one.”
Like mine. Pagan’s property. I liked the sound of that.
“The path I chose follows me wherever I go.”
“Then change it, darlin’. What’s your real name?”
“You don’t think it’s Snooki?” She seemed amused.
“No. Tell me what name to call you when I’m sinking my cock deep inside you, baby.”
Yeah, that was putting it out there. Bold. Unapologetic. No room for misunderstanding. If she didn’t want me, she could tell me.
“Lainey.” Her voice sounded raw. Hungry. Almost desperate.
Fuck me. I loved her name. No more of this Snooki shit. She wasn’t gonna be stuck as a club girl now that she had me. I wanted her, and I planned to have her.
“Well, Lainey, I’m taking you to my hotel room, eating your sweet pussy, and giving you more orgasms than you can handle. Your thighs are gonna be shakin’ before I’m done. You hear me?”
Her pupils dilated. She bobbed her head in agreement.
