Page 18 of Our Turn


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As she talks, I glance over at her lips moving, thinking of how my cock will feel there, how she will look up at me as I cum down her throat with the scent of her on my lips.

“So, Mrs. Morrison talks about you like you hung the moon.” She smiles, and I squeeze her fingers as I pull to the front of Tribute, the five-star restaurant where we are going to eat. “She’s so sweet.”

I chuckle as I put the car in park and the valet runs over to her side to let her out. When he opens the door, I wave him off. “I’ll take care of that.” I jerk my head to my side of the car, and he nods in understanding before lightly closing her door.

As he opens my door, I kiss her hand again and reply. “She’s a special lady. Half-cocked most of the time, tells me things that are clearly not true, but fuck. What does it matter? Her world is real to her, so I nod and listen. I’m lucky to have her in my life. I’m lucky to have you in my life. I hope you two don’t go fisticuffs over me.”

She giggles and I let her hand go to pass my keys to the valet before making my way over to open her door and help her step down from the truck.

When I touch her hand, I have to fight off the need to tell her how obsessed I am with her. That even if she wanted to get away from me, I’d follow her. I’d hunt her down and make sure no other man would ever have her.

Instead, I rest my hand on her back, just above the swell of her ass, and walk her into the restaurant as proud as I’ve ever been in my life to have her by my side. We get looks from the other patrons.

Yes, I’m a monster. I look like a monster. And Nicci? She’s Beauty to my Beast.

As we walk, inside my head I hear her calling my name− screaming my name. My cock is rock hard, straining the zipper on my slacks, demanding to get inside her. To feel the warmth and fill her with me. Desire nearly blinds me as I glance over to the maître d’ and he gives me a knowing nod in return before ushering us to the table in the back of the restaurant.

Nicci’s a cherub. A child compared to me. And I have zero shame at both our size and age difference.

I half snarl back at anyone giving us the side eye because no one is going to ruin this for her. Make her feel uncomfortable? No way, not on my watch. That’s why I made the arrangements for us to have a private table in the back and paid the restaurant a tidy sum up front to make sure all the tables around us were empty.

I also called ahead to check the menu and ordered based on the directions from the hospital on her new food requirements. I plan on making sure she sticks to her diet even if I have to plant a garden and cook every meal for her for the rest of my life.

I’m half insane already, but when Nicci sees the table, her hands fly to cover her mouth. She looks up at me, then back at the scene and tears spring to her eyes.

“You did all this?” She looks up, and all I can think about is setting my teeth into her neck. “I gotta say, you didn’t strike me as the overly romantic type.”

In front of her is a curved booth, around it are vases of spring tulips and daffodils because she reminds me of springtime and new beginnings. At the edge of the table is a light blue velvet box, resting on top of a pile of pink flower petals.

“Can’t judge a book by its cover.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “You bring out the best in me.”

7

NICCI

IF I WASN’T SO YOUNG, I’d think I was going through menopause the way I’m rocking these hot flashes.

I finger the sterling silver and diamond Tiffany choker that Geo placed on my neck as soon as we got to the table. It probably costs more than I’ve made in my entire years of employment, and I sort of love the way he positioned the clasp, so it’s snug against my skin.

It’s similar to Beth’s but even nicer in my opinion, and it’s as though he can read my mind sometimes.

“Are you full, Precious?” Geo has his arm around the back of the booth, where his body is touching mine from my shoulder down to my feet.

“Stuffed.” I dab the napkin to my mouth, remembering every kiss he placed on my lips during our meal.

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