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“The words…they came out wrong,” I apologized. “I swear. I don’t think you’re a fat ass. In fact, I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re perfect. I love your curves, and the way they cup my hardness. I love the way you feel when I lay next to you. I swear, I didn’t really mean those ugly words.” I promised her.
“Did you mean it?” she asked.
I blinked, surprised by her understanding tone.
“Mean what?” I asked, confused.
She smiled. “That I make your heart race.”
I pulled her hand to my body, and flattened it against where my heart was thundering in my chest.
“Does that answer your question?” I asked.
She smiled.
“I love you, Hancock.” She threw her arms around my neck. “Now it’s time to get you dressed so we can go to the house for a few. We have dinner with your friends in a few short hours, and I forgot something at your place.”
My brows furrowed.
“That’s three hours from now,” I said. “What did you forget?”
She leaned forward, her lips deliberately brushing against my ear, and her whispered words had the power to make my heart hammer.
I’m starting to forget what it feels like to have you inside of me.
***
“Do you remember yet?” I asked, thrusting so hard into her that her breasts jumped.
She arched her back, her eyes closing.
“No.” She shook her head. “Fuck me harder, it might come back to me.”
I grinned and did just that.Chapter 24I just like baseball. Baseball’s my favorite.
-Sway’s secret thoughts
Sway
81st game of the season
Texas Lumberjacks v. San Diego Devildogs
Home Game
My eyes widened when I saw the sheer amount of man flesh around the table where we were seated.
They’d been the same way at dinner last night. Intimidating. Handsome. Strong. Silent.
Definitely a lot more strong and silent than I was sure they were used to being.
Today they were a little more outgoing, but their eyes scanned the restaurant around us like they were waiting for the doors to open and bad guys to start pouring in.
Especially Hancock’s brother, Hannibal.
Hannibal’s entire body was twitching and flinching each time a loud noise sounded around us.
Acting like I didn’t notice the fourth time he jumped in the last three minutes, I held out my phone to him.
“I took a picture of your brother last night that I thought you might like,” I showed him, hitting the home button on my phone.
The phone’s screen lit up, and I had to stop myself from laughing.
Again.
“Ruby was supposed to be mine, but I was deployed when she was about seven weeks old. So, I just gave her to him. Looks like I made a good choice,” Hannibal observed.
I grinned.
“I’m not actually sure how she got up there, or what was funnier. Her attempting to get down when she saw him, or him trying to climb up there to get her, scared that if he didn’t go after her she’d fall over the edge,” I told him.
The photo was of Ruby in one of the many weird places that she has gotten herself into since I’d been in her life, but this one was definitely the most adventurous and unusual.
“Let me see,” another man—I thought his name was Tucker—ordered.
And it was an order.
It definitely wasn’t a request.
I showed him anyway, though.
“Wow,” Tucker said in surprise. “How did she get up there?”
I grinned, bringing the picture back to look at it.
“Well, we think she jumped up on the grill, and then walked along the deck railing like a balance beam to the awning, which she jumped up on,” I murmured. “Do you think you’ll get another dog?”
Hannibal looked at me, his eyes so much like the ones I loved, that it startled me for a long second.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Once I decide if I’m done doing what I’m doing, that is.”
My smile was small.
“Your brother was hoping that would be sooner rather than later,” I murmured.
Hannibal shrugged.
“It likely will be,” he mumbled. “Though it’ll probably take a bullet bringing me down permanently to make me see reason.”
My heart rate sped up.
“Almost bit it before my brother had to come and rescue me,” he continued speaking, almost as if he wasn’t even aware of what he was saying.
His eyes were focused on something in the distance, and definitely not the Japanese hibachi chef right in front of us, frying up the rice for our meal.
“Never thought my brother could take a life like he did.”
My belly somersaulted.
He’d taken a life?
I didn’t dare interrupt him, though, in the hopes that he would continue instead of stopping once he realized who he was talking to.
“Looked up, saw all my boys around me…and there was my brother, a gun in his hand, and his heart in his eyes,” he sighed. “Jesus Christ. The man is worth millions, and he came out there to save my ass? Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if he’d died over there?”
