“I think I’m dead,” I say on a yawn once my breathing steadies.
“Knew you’d be wild. Let me clean you up, then we’ll sleep.” He squeezes my hip.
“No, stay here, please.” I tighten around him.
“Alright, babe.” He secures me in his arms again, and in no time at all, I’m drifting asleep with the biggest smile I’ve felt in a long time on my face.
Seventeen
Shovel
“Rise and shine, it’s bobsled time!” The beating on my bedroom door wakes me up. Only one motherfucker is brave enough to beat on my door with that type of bullshit, and that’s Ruger.
“Oh my gosh, tell whoever that is to shut up.” Persephone’s body is still on her side, my own wrapped around hers, trying not to laugh at Ruger’s antics and my woman not wanting me to leave her at all.
“That’d be Ruger. Also time for me to get up and deal with some shit.” Her body tightens at that. She may not have acknowledged what’s happening, Persephone knows though.
“Ugh, if you must. I’m going to shower, make some coffee, and see if Raven needs help in the kitchen. You go do manly man shit.” She rolls over without kissin’ me, not outta bed yet though. I stop her from leaving.
“Think you’re forgetting somethin’, Persephone.” I use her name, lettin’ her know this shit is serious. I think if she used my road name in the same manner, I’d probably smack her ass until it turned a nice shade of pink and then fuck her in every way imaginable to get my point across.
“Oh, am I?” She rolls over carefully. I’m still pissed as hell at Kyle for making us miss out on me being able to take her any given way. And the wild in her eyes when she’s drippin’ with desire tells me she’s feelin’ it too.
“Fuck, yeah, you are.” I sit up, allowing the sheets to drop from her upper body, teasing me with her tits and pussy on full display.
“And what’s that, honey?” Her voice is breathless. Persephone has me up on my knees, both of us naked, and what started out as her teasin’ me has ended up the other way around.
“Yo, Pres! Mount up! we got shit to do, people to see!” That’s Razor’s voice.
“I have something you can mount.” I wag my eyebrows at her, completely ignoring our door being beaten down this morning.
“Are you really going to let me though?” Persephone’s fingers wrap around my length. I’m hot and heavy in her hand. Watchin’ how she’s lickin’ that lower lip, I know her mouth is salivating to taste me.
“Shit, if I didn’t have my boys waitin’ on me, I’d want that sweet mouth of yours on my cock. Right now, though, I want your lips. We wake up, I want them. We go to sleep, I want them. You get what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah, Cain, I do. So, why don’t you shut up so I can kiss you?” She rises up on her knees, coming closer to me. I lower my head, and this time, I let Persephone take the lead in this show. She’s lightly grazing me, sneaking her tongue out to taste my lower lip. I’m not lettin’ her completely take this over. If I do, we both know what will happen, because not even thirty seconds later, my hand is fisting her hair, my other hand on her hip, and my thumb sweeping lower and lower towards her center.
“Cain, don’t start something we don’t have time to finish,” she grumbles against my lips.
“Shit, I lose my head when you give me that glimpse of wild I see beneath that shield of yours, babe.” Our foreheads meet.
“Then I guess I’m doing my job as your ‘Ol Lady,” she tells me.
“Christ, I got no words, Persephone, none at all. Hittin’ this old man right in the heart. Swear I’d be sliding deep inside you if I didn’t have shit to do.”
“You go do that, honey. I’ll be right here waiting for you, and I think you know it goes without saying how grateful I am that you were the one who pulled up on your chrome and black Harley to save me from the crows.” She rubs her nose along the length of mine, sweet as fuckin’ pie. Persephone might not be sayin’ the words, but she’s telling me all I need to know.
“I’m coming back, and we’re gonna talk about that little bomb you just dropped, Persephone.” I give her another kiss, escort her sweet-as-fuck ass into the bathroom, makin’ sure she doesn’t need any help, and then I get down to fuckin’ business.
Eighteen
Shovel
“He finally sung a song.” We’re in the warehouse. Ruger has a shit eatin’ grin on his face, which I know means we’ve got all the information from Kyle Landers we’re gonna get.