Page 108 of True Abandon

His head falls back in laugher. He grabs my face and kisses my forehead. “It’s called a Prince Albert and you’re adorable. If you want me to get my dick pierced, I will for you. I have to warn you, there’s no sex for eight weeks.”

“Eight weeks! That’s way too long. And besides,” I give a little wiggle in discomfort, “it doesn’t seem like it would feel good.”

His laughing gaze morphs into a smolder. “You know that spot I was hitting last night when I was taking you from behind?”

He asks and my shimmy changes from one of discomfort to a lustful reminder.

“Imagine there’s a ring at the end of my shaft, massaging that sweet spot.”

I close my eyes briefly and sigh. “That would feel all kinds of glorious.”

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me in. “And that’s why you’re my girl. So what kind of surprise do you have for me?”

Chapter TWENTY THREE

“Ahhh,” I moan in pleasure as I slide Lani’s shoes off my feet. They’re one-size too small and I think I’m going to have to soak my toes for a week in order to get them back into their natural shape.

“Someone didn’t come home last night,” Kelli says from the couch, not in her normal happy-go-lucky voice.

I toss my bag on the table, then lean over to rub my feet. “I stayed at Jax’s. Lani gave me clothes to wear today and, let me tell you, while I’m proud I managed to squeeze into her skirts, I may never walk again from the foot binding I endured today.”

She tilts her head at me as her eyes squint in question. “You stayed at Jax’s? Like in the suite?”

I nod. “Yes. It was,” words fail me. “Incredible.” I sound like a boy-obsessed fool.

“Oh. Okay. Great.” She says the words in quick succession. “So that’s the week then. He checked out?”

I walk over to the couch and move a cushion over to take a seat at the end. There’s a neat stack of magazines on the coffee table that has a glossy sheen t it. The apartment is always clean, yet right now it feels extra clean. I think Kelli is going a little stir crazy being out of work.

“He’s staying here until we decide what our next step is. Is that okay with you?” I ask, curling up into the arm of the sofa.

She blinks at me, not saying a word. I caught her off guard and she’s paying catch up. I should probably alert her that there’s also a miniature pig coming into our residence.

Kelli looks around the room and then stares at the sofa cushions for a moment. It’s eerily silent and I get a shiver up my spine as I sit quietly and wait for her to respond.

“Yeah. Yes, of course. You two are working things out. He can definitely stay here.” She nods and ten turns to me and makes a silly face. She pushes a hair behind her hair and groans. “Sorry. I’m a little out of it. Looking for a job is a bitch.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. If him being here bothers you at all we can look for another place to stay. I don’t want to put you out. I also don’t want to bail on you. This all happened so fast, I’m trying to do the right thing by everyone.”

She stands up. Her booty shorts ride up her crotch so she pulls them down. “Stop worrying so much. You two should stay here. There’s no need to start thinking about moving in or moving out. Let’s just see how things pan out in a week or so.”

I know what she’s thinking: Jax will leave and I’ll end up with a broken heart. I get why she’d worry. For almost ten years, she’s heard me talk about the nightmares, the memories and the pain that one person bestowed on me. For someone witnessing it all from the outside, this must be a lot to take in. and there’s no way to explain to her the journey we’ve been on the last few days.

She walks to the kitchen and grabs a beer. She offers me one. I decline.

I lean my shoulder against the sidewall. “So, Kevin’s at the hotel. He said he called you.” I leave the comment open ended.

She slaps her head as she bends he knees and starts cackling. “I forgot all about that. He said he was coming and wanted to surprise you. It was sweet.”

“He looked hopeful. Like he thought he might be here to have a different conversation. It seemed like maybe you gave him the wrong impression.”

She gives me a dumbfounded expression. “Is that right?”

Her chest puffs out. I know that stance. She’s getting defensive and that makes her feisty and not the cute kind.

“No more meddling. Okay?” I give her a stern warning before pushing off the wall and walking into the living room to grab my shoes.

“It’s pretty late. What time is he coming?” she asks as she takes a long pull of her beer.