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He snorts. “Right. It’s cute how you think I’ll just sit quietly in the kitchen like a depressed fifties housewife.”
“You can’t cook for your life unless it’s a salad.” I brush his cheek. The feel of his skin against mine soothes me, anchors me more and more to him.
“You say potatoes, I say vodka. I want in! I won’t let it go, like a rat after his trash. Who’s this bloke? Keyser Soze?”
“Hardly. Rami is being more careful than usual because of Phoenix. He doesn’t want to play their game again. We're being smart.”
He huffs, mumbling something under his breath. I quirk a brow at him, and his pouting lips morph into a smirk.
“We’re watching the Usual Suspects tonight. Let me get changed.”
He saidwe.My mouth twitches once again, but my next words make him frown. “I need to go.”
He takes a step back, and starting walking backward, he asks, “Where are you going?”
“Base.” I follow him, entering inside the bathroom.
“Aren’t you aware of basic etiquette?” He makes a wide arm movement, showing me the room around us.
“I’ve seen you naked multiple times, I know you inside and out.” I almost growl. To cover it, I add a taunting, “Are you turning into a prude now?”
Those puckering lips need to be bitten and sucked.
“Suit yourself.” He pulls off the sports bra, revealing his pink, pointy nipples. Then giving me his back, he starts pushing down my boxer briefs…slowly, swinging his hips.
My dick is straining in my pants. I can see the upper curve of his perfect buns, round and luscious. A slight hint of peach fuzz covering his cheeks that I want to see bouncing while impaled on my cock. My hands itch to palm and squeeze.
My name tattooed on that tight ass would look fucking awesome, Bez grunts.
You sound like a frat boy,I retort. Not liking the idea one bit.
Lori bends lower, and I get a quick peek of the pink ring of his asshole. It looks red and a bit swollen from this morning’s shower sex. Possessiveness hits me hard in the chest, and I want to taste that intimate part of him again, to thrust into that tight, perfect heat.
He turns, completely naked, dick half hard, my boxers hanging from his finger, a smirk plastered on his face, and challenge filling his eyes.
His devil-may-care attitude, self-confidence, and complete acceptance of himself is hot as hell. Those caramel curls and his big brown doll eyes, plump lips, perfect velvety skin, and compact body. He is exquisite. Bewitching. Irresistible.
My phone beeps in my vest pocket, reminding me that I have to go. I slide the cell out and check the text from Meg.
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Can I come?” There’s a trace of uneasiness in his voice, like it cost him to ask me. I know he’s eager to eradicate evil. Next time, I’ll take him with me. But not tonight. He’ll be fine here alone, even though we haven’t been apart long since he moved in here.
The realization leaves me dumbstruck.
“Gabe?” I can hear worry in his tone. It’s astonishing how attuned he has become to me. Nobody can read me. Not even Meg at times. I like the fact that Lori can. I like him. How can I not like something that I consider mine?
Mine. My obsession has reached its peak.
Now I understand my brothers’ primal need to stay near their partners, to never let them go too far. I feel the same towardLori. Have to physically tear myself away from him most of the time.
I shake my head and back up. I can tell it’s taking him a lot to let me. That he wants to reach for me, but he won’t, because he respects my space when I really need it.
“Want you in my bed when I come back, naked and prepped.”
He looks at me with fire in his eyes. “Yes, boss,” he bites out, but I know the real meaning behind his words.
A “fuck you” for sure, Bez says.
No, a “sod off.”
