Page 12 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Chapter Three

One week later

“There’s no way she’s into that,” Pea said.

Mel was snuggled up against Pea as they watched a movie. Of course, it had a hot sex scene. “They’re acting.”

“Yeah, and I’ve seen porn with better acting. Look at her. Her nipples aren’t even hard.”

She burst out laughing. “Again, she’s a married actress.”

“Whatever. They’re paid millions of dollars to make me believe it. The least they could do was be into it.”

“You’re a goofball.”

“You’re the one that has me watching this shit. What happened to your action phase? Didn’t you like to watch big, muscular men blow shit up?”

“You got sick and tired of watching them. I also got fed up with seeing you flex those muscles in front of me.”

“I nearly pulled a muscle trying to impress you.”

She smiled thinking about it. A week had passed since she’d thrown the Chinese pot at his head, and of course missed. She was so pleased that she’d missed. The moment she did it, she’d been ashamed. She didn’t believe in violence. Pregnancy wasn’t agreeing with her. She’d read online that her emotions would be running high. She’d not seen Big Ricky since then, and when she asked Prudence, she’d not seen her either.

Pea stroked her arm, and she closed her eyes, snuggling close to him. She’d not told him that she was pregnant. Every morning when she woke, he was already gone. She was avoiding the issue, scared in case he didn’t want kids. He left her a note saying what job he had to do, and promised to be home soon.

“There’s a fight Friday.”

“Is this with the Hell’s Wolves as well?” she asked.

“Yes. All of the old ladies are invited. I’ve signed up. I want you to be there.”

She chuckled. “Are you wanting me to be there to watch you beat the crap out of someone?”

“You got it. You’ll love it. You love to see me showing you how manly I can be.”

This made her laugh. “I do love seeing you all strong. You’re a little too cocky at times, but you always know what you do.”

“Hell, yeah. You know I can handle anything. That’s why you married me. You knew I was a sure deal.”

“You’re a goofball.” And she loved that about him.

His hand moved up, and he began stroking her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.

The movie ceased to exist for her. All she wanted was him and his touch. His hand didn’t linger too long on her neck. Down went his hand inside her shirt. She pressed her chest up against him.

In the past few years, she’d put on a little weight. She’d finally become comfortable with herself, and at a size sixteen, she was happier than she had been in a long time.

“I love your tits,” he said.

She chuckled. “You’re so romantic.”

“Do you want me to call them breasts? Melons? Fun bags?”

She giggled as he pushed her back against the sofa. “I don’t care what you call them so long as you know what you’re doing with them.”

He grabbed her shirt and shoved it up over her head so that it rested on the back of her neck. “You have no idea how much I fucking want you.”

His face pressed against her tits, and she gasped as he sucked on the flesh of her cleavage. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him against her, wishing she wasn’t wearing jeans.

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