I dreamt of you again. You pulled my hair while I held your shaking legs after I made you come on my tongue. Care to make it a reality?
Future Husband
PS: Say yes. Ireallywant you to say yes.
Damn it. I’m getting closer to saying yes.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kash
There is no way she went out on a date with that asshat. He’s so not her type. I’m her only type, but that guy was as smarmy as they get. High-handed asshole with slicked-back hair. There was only one place to go after I almost committed murder today in a room full of people: Emma’s.
Seth stands in front of me, moving back and forth, waiting for my next move. He’s a quick fucker who won’t cry if I hit him, unlike Rhett. It’s exactly what I need.
“You want to talk about it?” Seth asks, feigning to the left to avoid my jab.
“How long do you get in jail for murder?” I ask, breathing heavily. Maybe I can still do it, just not in a room full of people.
Pausing his movements for a moment, he looks at me with a quirk of his brow, as if he’s thinking it through. “For someone tatted up like you, and as huge, eh, they’ll probably throw the book at you. Who are we killing now?”
“Marcus.” I sneer, plopping down on the mats. Fuck it. I’m done. We’ve been going at it for the better part of an hour, and my body is screaming for a break.
Seth drops down next to me on the mats. His chest heaves like mine, but somehow, he doesn’t look as winded. He gives me a curious expression, then grabs his water, taking a long drag. Pulling away after a moment, he tilts his head. “I don’t think I know a Marcus. What’d he do to Mila?”
Whipping my head in his direction, I scowl. “What’d you hear? What do you know about him?”
Laughing, Seth shakes his head. “Nothing, you lunatic, just whatyou’ve been ranting about in between throwing punches at me. You and Atlas have anger issues when it comes to your girls.”
“Just you wait. You’ll get yours. You and Rhett both. You’ll meet some girl and she’s going to explode your world, and you’re going to say, ‘thank you,’ then revolve it around her.”
Standing, Seth glares at me. “Fuck you, Kash. You don’t know shit.” Ripping the gloves from his hands, he throws them to the mat. “Not everyone gets to meet and keep their soulmate, so spare me.” Turning away, he heads out the basement door and a few moments later, I hear his car starting.
The hell?Quickly standing up, I run to the window in time to see his car heading down the street. What the fuck was that?Forget it; it’s hard to know what goes on in his head sometimes.
Shaking my head, I decide to head home. I need a shower and to see my girl.
Unlocking the door to our apartment, I toss my keys on the entry table. I don’t know what crawled up Seth’s ass, but when I tried to text him, all I got was a middle finger emoji. Heading back to my bedroom, I strip out of my shorts and tank, tossing them into the laundry basket. Shower, then food, then explore more of Mila’s room.
As I start the shower, letting steam fill the bathroom, I wonder about what other treasures are waiting for me in Mila’s space. Gently tugging the tie from my hair, I run my fingers through the tangles and let it skim my shoulders. When I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror, I smile as Mila’s lips are the first thing I notice in the mirror now. Upon closer inspection, I realize Atlas did some reallygood line work. I have plans to add to it, but for now, I’ll let the area heal.
Stepping into the shower, I stand under the heat to loosen my tense and aching muscles. Mila seemed genuinely happy to see me today, and that asshole had to ruin it. Soaping up my body, I start scrubbing the grime away. Thinking about the way Mila stood next to me, claiming me, even if it was fake, has my dick hardening. Any thought I have of her makes me hard.
Grasping my cock in my hand, I stroke it a few times, trying to relieve some of the tension. I’ve barely had a taste of her, and I know it’s not going to be enough. I’m praying she comes around sooner than later, because I want the real thing. I wanther.
Tugging harder on my cock, I imagine that she’s here with me. I imagine she’s soapy, and wet, her front pressed up against mine. When I close my eyes, I can see Mila’s form clearly. Her brown eyes are staring up at mine, clouded over with lust. She leans forward and kisses my chest. I’ll have to tattoo her lips there too.
The water soaks her skin, cascading over her hair and breasts. She’s so fucking sexy, and the vision has my dick aching in my hand.
“Do you know what you do to me, Mila? Do you see how hard you make me, Sweetheart?” my voice grits out in my mind.
“That looks painful, Kash.”
“It is. Do you want to make it better?”
“Yes. Show me how.” She moves her hand down my body, circling her fingers over mine. “Show me what you like, Kash.”
“Fuck, Mila,” I groan, replacing my hand with hers. Tightening our grip, I tug both of our hands up the length of my cock. “You feel so good. So, so good.” I suck in a sharp breath when she leans forward and runs her tongue across my chest, flicking one of my nipples. “Please,” I beg.
