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“It’s a trip down memory lane,” I smirk.
With my good hand I lace my fingers into her hair, pulling her soft body flush against mine and kissing her deeply. The Lightning Bolt falls to the floor with a heavy thunk, and a moment later her arms are around my neck, her legs around my waist as she climbs me frantically. She dominates the kiss, kissing me without control. And I fucking love it.
Not breaking our kiss, I pull a knife from the wall beside me and make short work of removing her bikini with a few cuts.
“Baxter!” She hisses when the cool air of the hut caresses her now bare skin. “That was expensive.”
“I’ll buy you another.”
“It took ages to find one that I looked good in.”
“I find that hard to believe. I’ll buy you all the fucking bikinis in the world. You look stunning in everything. You’re perfect.” I kiss her again, meaning every word. “Better yet, I’ll make you go naked until you accept that you don’t need a scrap of material to make you look good.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I do as I’m told with a smirk on my face. My grin widens as she takes the blade from my hand and uses it to slice through my braces. After that, she cuts through my shirt. Okay, so the blade is fucked now, but I don’t give a damn. I’m normally very particular about my knives. Like how you’re never meant to cut paper with dressmaking scissors, my blades are designed for flesh and bone. It’ll never be the same after cutting through fabric, but if I can get Raven to cut me up a little with that knife while my dick is in her, I’ll leave it bloodstained and mount it on my wall as a trophy.
She strips my shirt from me and smirks as she takes in my chest. Reaching out with a mischievous grin, she flicks my nipple ring.
“Didn't take you as having a fun side,” she teases.
“Fucking Kalen,” I mutter. She chuckles.
“That’s a story you have to tell me. Who’s Kalen?”
“Another time.”
“I never pictured you with piercings. You're not the impulsive type.”
I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to shut her up but she surprises me by leaning forward and taking my piercing into her mouth. She gently sucks on it before taking it between her teeth and tugging. Fuck that feels good.
“So, are we gonna have sex now? Finally,” she asks a moment later, releasing my nipple and ring with a pop and a siren’s smile.
“You can’t handle having sex with me.”
“I fuck Rebel. You’re friends. You know what he’s packing.”
“I didn’t mean like that.”
“Well Jax is one kinky son of a bitch too and I survive him.”
“Nope. Not that either.”
“Why don’t you show me then?” she challenges, huffing and putting her hands on her hips. She’s completely unconcerned by her nakedness which is a massive turn on and a far cry from the way she shied away from the landing light and my gaze last time. I don’t want to fuck up like that again, but....
My gaze heats just looking at her. It’s the defiance in her eyes that finally does it. I bend down and swipe the Lightning Bolt from the floor. This is it. The part where she’ll run scared, or scream at me and call me all the names I deserve. Before leaving.
I expect names. Swearing. Cursing. Insults. At the very least, questions. But of course she surprises me by saying nothing. Instead, her hands drop from her hips and her gaze locks on mine. She closes the gap between us, her hips swaying sexily.
When our bodies touch, the knife pressed between us, she reaches up and wraps her delicate fingers around the handle. The kiss she gives me is pure seduction and I’m sure I’ve died and gone to hell.
And then she goes and stabs me.
Unknown number: Your package is in the mail, en route to final location.
Baxter: Pleasure doing business with you. Thank you for holding on to it until we found it a home.
Unknown number: It grew on me towards the end.
Baxter: You should have said. If I let you keep it, it would have caused me a lot less trouble.
Unknown number: I couldn’t afford your prices.
Baxter: Speaking of, your cheque is in the mail.
Unknown number: Let’s hope it arrives in better condition than your parcel is going to.
