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“Gee, War, I didn’t think of the time,” Pirate snarks. “I guess I figured you would want the information I have first thing.”
Sensing the change in the tone of his voice, I carefully climb out of bed. I didn’t want to wake Shyann. She needs her sleep. I wore her out last night and intend to be inside her as much as I can. I didn’t think it possible, but it’s like I’m addicted to her body. I’m like an addict, constantly needing the next fix I can get.
“Right, I’ll see you when you get here,” I tell Pirate and disconnect. I tuck the blankets around Shyann and find my jeans on the floor where I’d stripped out of them the night before. Leaving the button undone, intending to rejoin my woman in bed after speaking with Pirate, I go to make some coffee and wait for Pirate.
By the time the coffee’s ready, I hear the sound of Pirate’s bike pulling in. I grind my teeth together, wishing he hadn’t come in on the damn thing so early. If Shyann wakes up, then I’m going to be pissed.
With a shake of my head, I move for the front door and open it to let Pirate inside. “You couldn’t be quieter?” I grunt.
“Can’t help my girl roars rather than purrs.”
I roll my eyes and motion for him to follow me, leaving the door open but making sure the screen door is locked. Shyann likes to have as much fresh air coming into the house as possible. In between the times of fucking her, we talked, though she’d already told me after the first night I had her.
In the kitchen, I grab both of us a mug and pour the coffee. I hand Pirate his and meet his gaze. “Now, what the fuck was so imperative that you woke me up so damn early?”
Pirate opens his mouth to speak, but Shyann walks in, and he gapes at her as I take in what she’s wearing.
Damn Pirate and his having to come over.
“Hey,” Shyann murmurs, coming in my direction. The tee she’s wearing barely comes mid-thigh, and it, like a lot of her shirts I’ve noticed, hangs off one of her shoulders, exposing far too close to what’s mine only.
I wrap an arm around her waist when she cuddles into me.
Never have I had a woman do this. Then again, I’ve never had what I’ve got with Shyann.
“Baby, you wanna go put something else on besides that tee you’re wearing,” I suggest, kissing the top of her head.
“Lucky fucker,” Pirate grumbles grinning.
Shyann tilts her head back to meet my gaze. “It’s not a tee. It’s a dress.”
“That’s a fuckin’ tee, Shy,” I growl, narrowing my eyes.
“It is not. It’s a tee dress. It’s supposed to be like this.” Her response is laced with irritation, and she glares up at me.
Fuck me if that look doesn’t go straight to my dick. Honestly, anything to do with the woman goes to my dick, and I can’t think of anything else.
“Shyann, that shit ain’t nothing but a scrap of fabric hiding what’s only mine to see.”
Shyann rolls her eyes and steps back away from me. “Yours? Um . . . You may want to rephrase what you just said and think before you act. Now since I’m awake and it seems I interrupted something, I’m going to go into my garden and take care of my plants. If you’re lucky enough, you might find me sunbathing.”
Before she can step further away from me, I grab her wrist and yank her back to me. I wrap my arm firmly around her waist and reach up to grip her chin between two fingers. I tilt her head back to meet her heated gaze with my own. “You sunbathe out there?”
The very thought of her naked in her garden stretched out in the grass pops in my head, and I want nothing more than to tell Pirate to leave.
“Yes,” she whispers, a tinge of pink blushing across her cheeks.
“You don’t do it anymore unless I’m here to enjoy the view, baby,” I declare, releasing her chin to stroke the backs of my fingers along her jawline.
“I will sunbathe when I feel like it. Just like I will do anything else, War,” she sasses.
“Baby, you know I’m a possessive man, and there are definitely certain things you’re gonna have to get used to. And one of them is the fact I don’t want no one, and I mean no one seeing that sexy as fuck body of yours but me. You understand?”
“You can get over your possessiveness, mister, because I’ve been like this my entire life. Hell, your sister sees me sunbathing all the time and joins me,” she snarks.
“Now that’s a sight I’d pay money to see,” Pirate snorts from across the room where he’s made himself at home at the little kitchenette table.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl and refocus on Shyann. “I do not need to know that shit about my sister, and please do me a favor, don’t tell me anymore.”
