“We’re gonna see about you stoppin’ having them.”
Finally I lifted my head and looked at his shadowed face. “I’m used to them, sweetheart. But it bugs me that I wake you. Maybe I should sleep –”
I didn’t finish.
Knight’s arm got super tight and he pulled me on him and up so my face was at his.
“Don’t finish that. Not gonna happen.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“We talk ‘em out.”
“Okay,” I repeated on a whisper.
“You had trash, her. Now you’re livin’ clean,” he informed me.
“Okay.”
“I had shit for a good while then I had good, Anya, and you’re still the most beautiful thing that’s touched my life. Mark that ‘cause it’s true. Ask Viv. Ask Sandrine. Ask Rhash. Ask Kurt. They all think the fuckin’ world of you. Mark that. Take that into your dreams.”
God, my boyfriend was so awesome.
“Okay, honey.”
I felt his eyes on me through the dark.
“That fuckin’ cunt, followin’ you in your dreams,” he muttered.
He still sounded pissed.
I needed to do something about that.
So I did.
My hand trailed down his chest, down to his abs and I nearly got to my destination before his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“Where’s that goin’?” he growled.
“Your voice is sexy, sleepy rough,” I said softly. “I wanna hear you groan like that.”
“Don’t want your hand,” he stated.
Damn.
“Want your mouth.”
Yay!
“Get between my legs, baby.”
Oh yeah.
“Okay,” I whispered and his arm squeezed.
“Okay what?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
His hand let me go as he muttered, “Good, baby, now position and take Daddy in your mouth.”
I shifted and kissed his chest. I shifted again and kissed his tight abs. I shifted again and got between his legs. He cocked his knees and I saw he was stroking himself, preparing for me.
I took over and made my Daddy groan sexy, sleepy, rough.
I was walking from the coffeepot with my fresh mug of joe when Knight rounded the corner into the kitchen wearing an AC/DC tee and faded jeans.
I smiled at him.
One side of his lips tipped up then his eyes dropped immediately to my tee that was his tee. He was clearly headed to coffee and I was about to pass him but stopped when his arm went out, hooking me around my belly.
He pulled me to his front and I adjusted my coffee so we didn’t have spillage and second degree burns.
Then his hand dipped down and up so it was cupped on the bare skin of my bottom.
I stared into his eyes.
“Scary, crazy, hot punishment followed by fuckin’ my baby hard notwithstanding, this is definitely my favorite birthday present.”
It was a week and a half after his birthday and I was in his Black Sabbath tee.
“Cool,” I whispered, his lips twitched then his head dropped and he touched them to mine.
Then he let me go and went to coffee. I watched his ass move in his jeans then when he stopped and grabbed the pot, I moved out of the kitchen, skirted the sunken living room and out the opened glass door to sit on a cushy, streamlined gray cushion on his wrought iron furniture.
Plans were in high gear for the grand opening party of my spa that was two and a half weeks away. Mahleena was planning that too. Knight’s marketing firm was advertising it. I had hired staff. Manicures, pedicures, facials, body scrubs, massages and hair, the whole shebang. We even had a small steam sauna, a Jacuzzi and a shower. All low lighting (except the hair stations). Relaxing. Tranquil. The minute you entered, you got in the mood to let it all go and indulge.
I couldn’t wait.
I was still riding the high of Knight’s birthday. Not only was he moved by what I’d done for him, the next day, he took a birthday call from his Mom and Dad and he talked about me with me right there. And all he said was good.
He was Knight so it wasn’t flowery compliments but he did tell his Dad, his eyes on me, “She’s beautiful, Dad. You see her, you won’t believe your eyes. You’ll think you’re dreamin’.”
And I thought that was pretty flowery or at least it did a number on me.
He told them they had to come out to meet me or we’d be going to Hawaii soon so I could meet them.
When he got off the phone, he said to me, “Mom says ‘hi’ and she’s lookin’ forward to meetin’ you.”
I stopped myself from twirling, giggling and shouting, “Squee!” and just grinned and kissed him.
Then he kissed me.
Life was good. Even if I expected things, I’d never expect it to be as good as this.
And Knight gave all of it to me.
He came out with his mug and did what he did every morning when we sat out on his balcony. Therefore my chair was already in position because I quit the hassle of moving it back which also saved Knight the hassle of adjusting it when he made it to me.
He sat in a chair facing the Plexiglas-sided railing, hefted his long, muscled legs up to the top and crossed his ankles. My chair was angled to his so it was easy for him to hook an arm around both my legs and that was what he did before tossing them over his thighs.
I held my coffee aloft in another effort to avoid spillage until he leaned back in his chair and sipped so I knew it was safe. Then I leaned back in mine and did the same.
“Decided what I want for my birthday,” he stated and I blinked.
“Your birthday was over a week ago, Knight,” I told him something he already knew and his neck twisted so his pure, vibrant blue eyes were on me.
I’d never get used to those eyes, ever. And I hoped I had eternity to prove that true.
“You kicked my birthday’s ass so good, baby, I’ve decided to celebrate all month.”
A smile curved big, but on the inside.
On the outside I gave him a false frown.
“I could barely walk for three days what with you ‘doin’ me all the ways you could do me’, Knight. I’m still recovering.”
His brows went up.
“I fuck you hard thirty minutes ago?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“You suck me off in the middle of the night?” he pressed.
“Yes.”
“That last one, babe, your idea.” He looked back to the Front Range muttering, “You’re good.”
I so was.
“Whatever,” I muttered back, loving our banter, not about to tell him that and bringing my coffee to my lips. “What do you want for your birthday?”
“You’re movin’ in.”
I choked on coffee and his eyes came to me, brows drawn and he leaned toward me.
“You all right, baby?”
I patted my chest, swallowed and wheezed, “Yes,” then, “You want me to move in?”
He stared at me.
Then he said, “Babe, your ass has been in my bed every night for three months, you got a whole dresser to yourself and more than half the fuckin’ walk-in already. For a bitch who had no money, you got a fuckload of clothes.”
This was true. All of it. Though the last was partially his fault.
“How much is the rent?” I asked.
“Nothin’ considerin’ I own the place.”
“Okay, how much is the mortgage?” I amended.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because, if I move in, I need to know what my half is so I can budget,” I answered and instantly his head tipped back and he looked at the bottom of the balcony above us.
Then he chanted, “Jesus, fuck, fuck me. Jesus, fuck, fuck me.”
“Knight!” I snapped and his eyes sliced to me.
“You’re not paying half the mortgage,” he declared.