Page 28 of Taking His Diva

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Finally, an hour later, we leave the FBI field office in Federal Square. The sun is starting to make its descent despite there still being a few hours left in the workday. For a moment, Lacy and I just stand there on the sidewalk. It’s strange to think this is all behind us now. Lacy may have to testify against Rose and her father down the line, but that is so far in the future, we aren’t even thinking about it yet.

“You know what I really want to do?”

I turn to Lacy, bringing her hand up to my mouth so I can lay a gentle kiss on it. “Go home and re-organize your closet?”

Lacy laughs, her eyes brightening for the first time since we barged into that damn office building. Okay, since I barged in with the FBI trailing behind.

“No. I want to get rid of my last name. Like immediately.”

My heart thuds loudly in my chest. I struggle to keep my voice even. To not pick her up and sprint to the nearest justice of the peace. “Lacy Flores has a nice ring to it.” From the corner of my eye, I watch for her reaction. For any hesitation.

“It really does. Atlantic City or Vegas?”

My skin buzzes with anticipation. I bounce on my feet, ready to go. Now. “Is that even really a question? Vegas baby.”

In times like these it is good to be a rock star because an hour later, we are on a private plane taking off for Sin City. The rest of the band is waiting for Marci and Micah, and they’ll be behind usby a few hours. By morning, Lacy is going to be my wife, and the idea has me harder than an E7 Sharp 5 chord.

“I don’t have a ring.”

Lacy turns away from the window, where she’s been watching the ground grow smaller beneath us as the plane takes off. “What?”

“Engagement ring. I don’t have one yet. I kept looking, but I couldn’t find anything that…fit you. Nothing was as magnificent as what I feel for you. But you should have a damn ring.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I don’t need a ring.” She looks down at where our interlaced fingers rest on my lap. “There was a time I would have insisted on getting the biggest, most insane diamond known to woman-kind. But now, I don’t know, none of that seems necessary. I want you. I want a wedding band. I want your last name. The rest is just, frivolous.”

I stare at the seatbelt sign as if the power of my mind alone will get us to cruising altitude faster. I need to get this woman alone. Now. That word. It keeps repeating in my head.

Now. Now. Now.I want it all, with her, right the hell now. “That’s good to hear, but I’m still getting you the biggest fucking diamond we can find in Vegas. I want every shithead on this planet to see you are taken from a mile away. Call me a caveman, but I want no mistakes you are off-limits.”

“Caveman.” We both laugh, then Lacy leans her cheek against the plush seatback, staring at me with hearts practically dancing in a halo around her head. “I’m good with huge diamonds, too. I could go either way.”

After what feels like fucking forever, the light blinks off, and we’re free to move around the plane. Instantly, I’m out of my seat, pulling Lacy up and into my arms. With her cradled against my chest and giggling like a schoolgirl, I stalk to the back of the jet where there is a master suite. The bed isn’t huge, this isa jet after all, but it is certainly big enough to fuck my woman properly.

“Need inside you.” I practically growl the words at her and immediately chastise myself for being such a dick. My girl has been through the wringer today. The last thing she needs is me demanding to shove my cock inside her. “But if you just want me to hold you for the whole flight, I will.”

Lacy wiggles down from my hold, ripping off the sweats she never bothered to change out of during our rush to the airport. “Get naked, Flores. Show me how a real man treats a woman.”

I do as she asks, ripping the T-shirt over my head and pants off my legs in record time. “A real man makes sure his woman feels safe, at all times.” I pull her into my arms, her muscles instantly unwinding in my grasp. “I’ll never let anything like that happen again. You’re getting a bodyguard. A super old, ugly bodyguard.”

Lacy laughs.

“A real man makes his woman smile and laugh as often as possible.” I tickle the spot on her inner thigh that always sends her into hysterics. “By whatever means necessary.”

Lacy slaps at my arms and twists away as she bursts out into the wild uncontrolled laughter I love most from her. I don’t let her get far.

“A real man tells his woman she’s the strongest, most amazing creature on the face of the planet until she knows the truth of it deep in her soul.” I weave my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back so she meets my intense gaze. So, she can see exactly how true those words are.

Her gaze softens, but the fire I can’t get enough of sparks behind the tenderness. “You don’t have to convince me I’m awesome. I already know.”

“Good.” I skate my fingers up between her thighs, spearing my middle finger into her soaked cunt. “A real man makes hiswoman moan, scream, come until she feels like she can’t stand another minute of pleasure. Then he makes her come more.”

Lacy melts against me, her hips matching the slow bump and grind rhythm I’m setting with my fingers. Her head falls back on her shoulders and a pleading whimper slips through her pink lips. I remove my hand from between her legs and suck the salty, sweet juices from my fingers.

We lock gazes as I finish cleaning my thick digits, Lacy practically panting with her rising lust.

“A real man lets her woman have control whenever she demands it.” Before I can prepare myself, Lacy pushes me back onto the bed. A laugh dies on my lips as she crawls over my legs, my hips, my chest and sets that wet, puffy pussy over my face.

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