“I feel confident with guns. Now we need to move onto something else. Knife throwing maybe?” I propose. I’d just seen a movie in the cinemas with a hot ass guy throwing knifes and now I wanted to try it.
“Knife throwing?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.
“What about fencing? That ought to be a good time,” I suggest.
Now he straight out laughs at me.
“I want to learn how to ride my own motorcycle too,” I tell him. I love being on the back of his bike.
Love it.
I want to learn how to ride one of my own too.
“That I can teach you,” he muses, eyes turning hungry.
“Good, I’d hate to have to ask one of the other men,” I tease.
His eyes immediately darken. “You don’t get on the back of anyone else’s bike, or let them teach you anything, you know this.”
“I’ve only ever been on the back of your bike.”
“I know,” he says. “And that’s how it’s gonna stay. Isn’t it?”
He leans forward and cups my chin in his hands. My breath hitches, and I feel my body respond to his tone.
“Only you Dex,” I assure him.
“Want to fuck you bent over my bike,” he whispers into my ear. “Your ass sticking out, ready and waiting for me.”
I rub against him, only to feel him hard already. Good, I’m not the only one getting turned on here.
“Take me home prez,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
Epilogue
Dex scoops some baby food on the spoon, then makes an airplane sound, trying to get Clover to open her little mouth. She opens it, but then closes it at the last second, making the food dribble all down her chin. Dex takes a bib and wipes it, then tries another trick, trying to make her laugh then quickly put the spoon in the mouth.
It doesn’t work.
“Clover, you need to eat to become big and strong like your dad,” he tells her, trying again. This time, she opens her mouth but then spits it out all. A blob lands on his face.
He sighs patiently, and raises his thickly muscled arm to wipe the food from his face.
I start laughing, I can’t help it.
He spins to see me, wiping the food from his face. “Thank f—… Thank eff you’re here.”
“I’ve been here for a while, I was just watching you,” I admit, unable to hide my smirk.
He puffs out a breath “I need a smoke.”
“Go have one I’ll give Clover a bath,” I tell him, taking her out of her high chair.
“How was class?” he asks, slapping me gently on the ass.
“Same as usual,” I reply, kissing my daughter’s chubby cheek.
“So you’re kicking ass then?”
“Of course,” I reply. I’m one of the top students in my class.
He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “That’s my girl.”
He kisses the top of my head, then Clover’s.
I smile to myself.
This wasn’t how I thought my life would turn out, but I’m glad it did.
Dexter Black turned my world upside down, but then he gave me his.
And his world is where I want to be, as long as he’s right there by my side.
*****
My high heel pumps tap on the floor, the clicking sound keeping me distracted. Holding my file close to my chest, I wait impatiently. Finally, I see him walk out, carrying a bag in his hand.
“Took your time,” he calls out as he walks towards me, looking in desperate need of a haircut.
“Sorry,” I reply, throwing my arms around him. “I kind of had to get my degree first, then wait for you to be granted parole.”
“Where’s your husband?” he asks, looking around for Dex.
“Everyone is waiting for you back at the clubhouse,” I say. “And we all know I’m your favourite person, so I came alone.”
They have something planned for his welcome home and were busy getting it organized. I know it involved a bunch of strippers they were bringing to the clubhouse and lots of alcohol. Arrow’s kind of party.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growls. “I’ve been in there so long, even you’re starting to look good.”
I gasp and punch him in the arm, ignoring his husky laughter.
“Still your charming self I see. And you think I want to be here? I feel like I live here,” I complain, shaking my head.
His lip curves slightly. “Comes with the territory.”
“I’m going to practise at the shooting range, want to come?” I ask.
“Very fucking funny.”
I grin and take Arrow home.
The End
Spin My Love
By Chantal Fernando
Coming Soon
Prologue
The music is pumping, and I find myself lost in it. This is the first time I’ve seen Tane Miller in his element since he made it big—it’s been about five years. I dressed to impress knowing I would see him tonight. My jet black hair is ironed dead straight and teased on top to give it some volume. My fringe slides across my forehead, almost covering one of my smoky blue eyes. I’m wearing a slinky royal blue dress, which reaches just above my knees and makes my blue eyes pop. My tattoos are all fully showcased tonight, the half sleeve down my left arm, and the red bows I have on the back of each of my thighs. The bow tattoos look like they are on black garter belts. It’s a sexy look—or so I’ve been told.
It took me about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s how much I wanted to impress Tane tonight. At the end of his set, I make my way closer to the DJ booth, hoping to get his attention. I know he must recognize me when his pale green eyes take me in straight away, ignoring the other women around me vying for his attention. He is more gorgeous than ever. His tall build is slightly leaner than when I last saw him, and his dark brown hair is longer, almost down to his chin. There is something different about him though. His eyes contain something new from all those years ago. They are harder, colder. When he crooks his finger at me, I forget my train of thought. I walk over to him, excited to talk, perhaps rehash old memories. But instead, as soon as I’m within his reach, he pulls me into him, fusing his mouth with mine. He tastes like mint, and his lips are firm and demanding. I forget all common sense. He pulls back and stares into my eyes, his now filled with desire and want. “Come,” he commands, his voice deeper and huskier than I remember. He puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me outside the venue and across the street into the lavish adjoining hotel. I open my mouth to talk but he hushes me. We get into an elevator, and then walk to his suite, still in complete silence. Before I can ask him how he has been since we last saw one another, his mouth is on mine once again, and he’s taking all my clothes off. We make love, frantically, roughly. Afterwards I feel thoroughly satisfied and instantly fall asleep with a small grin on my face.
I stretch my body lazily, making a small moan when I realize I’m alone in the bed. Tane. I sigh. I can’t believe we had sex. I sit up and look around.
“Tane?” I call out. I get up and dress in last night’s clothes. I glance around the room and realize there’s no luggage or personal belongings. The room is empty. And Tane is gone. I wait a little while, hoping that maybe he went out for breakfast or something, but nothing. He didn’t even leave a note. I scoff at my own stupidity. Then I do my first walk of shame ever, out of the hotel and across to the club car park.
I vowed never to be so stupid again.
About the Author
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Chantal Fernando is twenty six years old and lives in Western Australia.
When not reading, writing or daydreaming she can be found enjoying life with her three sons and family.
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