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When his chuckle turned to laughter, I shifted my hand into his hair. The light tug brought his head up.
“What’s funny?”
“Just pictured fucking your tits, Boo-Boo. Kind of want to do it—you know—eventually.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again as I considered it. “My tits?”
“Yep,” he said with a grin. “Too weird?”
I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think so—but I would think you’d want—”
“More?” Another flash of a grin. “I want more, Boo-Boo. But I really wanna fuck your tits. Like—not right now, but later.”
“Whenever you want,” I offered. “Just not sure I have a lot of tit to fuck.”
“You got plenty of tits, Boo-Boo. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and the sweetest tits. You’ll see…” He shifted against me and glanced behind him before tucking me more firmly into his body. “You know where else I want to fuck you?”
The comment beckoned to me to play, so I nipped a kiss to his jaw before I said, “On the washing machine while it’s doing the spinning cycle?”
It was a ridiculous comment, but I’d heard stories, and Freddie’s expression lit up. “Let’s add that to the list—we’re gonna make a fuck-it list, you and me, Boo-Boo—all the places we’re gonna fuck after we finish this shit.”
I liked this plan.
I liked it a lot.
“Do I get to add to that list?”
“Hell yes, where do you want me to fuck you?”
Delight curved through the darkness and the crazy. We might be battered, bruised, and bloodied—but we were also together.
CHAPTER3
KELLAN
“Mr. Traschel?” An unfamiliar voice spoke, accompanied by an inflating pressure on my left arm dragged me out of the abyss. Pain greeted me when I opened my eyes and it was a fight to not just shut them again.
Strobe lights sliced through the darkness. The taste of metal filled my mouth. The tight squeeze on my arm roused me more, and I fought to focus on the woman leaning over me.
“Take it easy, Mr. Traschel, you’ve likely got a concussion and you lost consciousness.”
Did I?
When…?
Memory rushed in to fill the gaps. I tried to sit up, and the woman put a hand on my shoulder like she was going to make me lie down again. Yeah, not happening. The world swam when I twisted my gaze back to where the shop was still burning.
Engines from the local fire station, an ambulance, and cop cars were the source of the strobing lights. Bits and pieces floated to the front. Coming to check the alarm. Giving Milo shit and him responding. Turning to say something… did I say something?
The thoughts slipped away before I could fist them. “Where is Milo?” The words came out rough and raw. The paramedic stopped trying to make me lie down, which was good. I wanted the blood pressure cuff off.
“Sir?” This time it was a cop talking to me. “Mr. Traschel?” His tone was nowhere near as solicitous as the paramedic’s. While it wasn’t hostile, it definitely gave me something to focus on.
“Officer,” I said, lifting my chin to meet the guy’s gaze. The fact he was still standing didn’t do me any favors.
“Can you answer a few questions for us?”
“Once my attorney is here,” I said, not even trying to sugarcoat it.
