***Bark***
It’s been almost a week since I met her, since she moved into my room. Dammit, we haven’t done anything other than spend time together. Talking, sharing a meal, watching a movie, binging on TV series. Nothing romantic in my eyes, just mundane things, except we do them together. I haven’t touched her pussy since that first damn time, and yet everything we do, I consider intimate.
It’s such a damn difference for me because I’ve never had any kind of relationship with a woman. Not the kind of level this has been. The kind where I wake up with a damn smile on my face and fall asleep the night before with an even bigger one. It’s for this very reason I’m taking things slow. Although my dick is going to need life-support soon because it’s been hard every damn second of the day. Yet I keep my dick locked inside my pants. She’s special and worth the wait.
The way our lives have somewhat crossed in the past is unimaginable. Turns out she’s Vivienne’s daughter, one of my grandmother’s caregivers. My grandmother raised me and when I, and mainly she, got older…I just never left. I had a job and the MC I went to during the day, so the caregivers were there when I wasn’t. For a few hours a day they made it much easier for her, and for me. I used to come home around dinnertime, share a meal with her, and talk with her before she went to bed. Up until that very day she was murdered due to a fucking mistake. If it happened thirty minutes later, I would have been there too. Fuck.
I shake the memory of my grandmother’s murder out of my head. I’ve been carrying it with me ever since it happened and yet meeting Jodi, her fierce reaction when she saw my grandmother’s wedding ring…knowing she felt that way about my grandmother…no damn doubt; she’s made to be mine.
I stroll into my bedroom with a box in my hands. I’ve been waiting on this shit for a few days. I wanted to have it sooner but some of the things I ordered online were on backorder. Jodi’s tying her sneakers when she looks up and eyes the box.
I place it next to her on the bed. “I got you some things.”
She tilts her head in question. “What things?”
“Just open the damn box and look inside.” I cross my arms in front of my chest and wait while she keeps staring at me.
“I told you not to buy me stuff.” She glares.
I shrug. “Already ordered that shit before you said that. Besides, it’s self-preservation. Open it and you’ll see.”
The first two days she was here I managed to borrow a thing or two from Anouk, but I didn’t want to see her in my Prez’s Old Lady’s clothes. So, I took her shopping. Against her will I might add, until we made a deal. She’d pay me back as soon as she had everything set with the insurance and the rest of that shit.
I don’t fucking care. I lost the receipts so fat chance she’ll ever find out how much I’ve spent because I don’t want a damn penny. I consider her mine so everything I own is already hers anyway.
“Why? How? Crap, this costs a fortune. How did you get this? How did you know what to get?” She doesn’t even look at me but holds the scissors or hell, I don’t know what all those special haircut things are called.
“I had Ferris ask that girl who worked for you what the top of the line things you wanted and needed were.” I sigh because she looks ready to put all the things back into the box. “I need a haircut, okay? That day I went to your salon it wasn’t just to check it out...I really need one. So yeah, I wanted you to have the things I bought but I also need for you to give me a haircut. Can you?” Shit. “I mean, will you?”
She gives me a devilish grin. “What if I shaved it all off?”
I actually take a step back in horror. Would she?
“I’m kidding!” She jumps up and drags a chair from the corner, making me sit down before she wraps the cape around me.
No words are exchanged and that right there makes me nervous. Especially since she was kidding about shaving it all off. She was kidding…right? Fuck. The sound of the clippers adds to the nervousness, but I decide to let her have control. That means sitting as frozen as fuck and hoping I won’t end up bald. It takes some time until she uses a brush to get rid of the tiny hairs on my neck before removing the cape.
“There,” she states, pride tinging her voice. “Go and have a look.”
I’m afraid to and yet I can’t wait. Although it sure feels fucking good. Stalking my way into the bathroom, I freeze before the mirror. Holy hell that’s some nice work she did there. The sides are shaved short, leaving it longer on top and that’s combed damn perfect to the side. She even managed to tame my fucking beard to perfection.
I hear her coming up behind me, her sweet voice flowing through the air. “You like?”
Spinning around, I catch her in a hug and hoist her up against me, making her yelp.
“Like? I fucking love,” I tell her and crash my mouth against hers.
She melts against my body as I cup her fine ass and lift her allowing her legs to wrap around me. Fuck, that feels good. I turn so I can place her on the bathroom vanity, keeping her at the right height, dick level, so my hands can roam free. Our tongues are tasting the heat we both create in an effort to settle the craving we have for each other.
Her hands reach between us and when I feel her fingers going for my zipper, I regretfully step back while trying to catch my fucking breath. “Damn, darlin’…just hang on.”
“What for?” She leans in and nips my ear. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me. It’s been almost a week since we met and we’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
I fucking groan as if I can already feel myself sinking into her hot pussy. “Don’t say such things.”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t.” The need in her voice is gutting me.
I take another step back and cup her face. “I want things to be handled before my dick enters you. And we’re close to putting it behind us since the fucker who put a hit on your salon is coming back from the cruise he took his sister on.”
I went over to Ross Royale’s place as soon as I could to break his neck, but the fucker was long gone. Turns out he took his stepsister out of the state for an impulsive break. Yeah, right…more like impulsive alibi if you asked me.
And from what I’ve found out, the stepsister isn’t all that happy with this guy. The rumor is that he’s been keeping her like a damn slave. The only thing she’s allowed to do is work in the salon where he controls everything and provides a fucking cover-up for his drug related business.
With all that shit what went on with my grandmother? She’s dead because of a damn drug dealer and I have no patience where they are concerned. Fucking scum that preys on people who are in need of support and guidance. And instead making them drift off in a state and keeping them coming back for their next fix. I’m dead set to end this guy today rather than tomorrow.
I knew the second that fucker was back in town, and that was forty-five minutes ago. I didn’t bother with hunting him down because I knew for a fact he would be back in a matter of days. Okay, honesty here…I didn’t want to leave Jodi’s side. And why go through all of that because the inevitable will happen now anyway? I will kill Ross Royale and wipe out his drug business.
Jodi sighs in defeat and that right there makes me chuckle. She’s just as pumped up as I am about all of it. I haven’t been holding back when it comes to her. Well, nothing except for my dick obviously. But I mean…she’s seen the real me, knows what’s going on and how we handle stuff. She knows me, she sees me...and fuck…she still wants me.
“Can’t you just let someone else kill him so it’s handled and we can spend the day in bed doing…you know?” My woman shrugs and it’s damn fucking adorable.
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Jodi…this shit is personal for me. You struggle with words when you tell me we need to fuck, have sex, bury my cock inside you or you might as well say it how it’s going to be between us seeing we’ll be doing that shit till the end of days; make love. See how many options there are and yet you tiptoe around those words? But you easily voice the words about killing someone. You have experienced the kind of person I am these last few days except for seeing the actual things I do. So, let’s be clear about this up front since it seems you handle shit well enough, yet you need to know…need to hear it from me.” I take a deep breath before I stare into her eyes. “Those I consider deserve to die, will be killed by me, without any remorse. I’m a man who will get close enough in a fight so I can enjoy seeing the life of another person slipping through my fingers. Yet when my fingers slide over your skin it’s as if I can feel the life slip right into me to enlighten my heart. So I’ll make damn sure everything is set before we take that next step; make raw as fuck love where I claim you as mine in every way.”