“Okay, thanks.”
I have a long shower, shaving my legs and other places. I rub in my cherry blossom lotion, apply makeup, and iron my hair straight. I put on my robe and head to check on the food in the oven. Arrow walks in, looking a little worse for wear. Wrinkled clothes, lipstick on his neck, and … I could smell the alcohol from here.
“Hey Arrow,” I say, smiling sadly. Ever since Mary’s death, he’s not the same person he was.
“Hey Faye,” he says quietly. I walk over to him and kiss him on his cheek, his prickly beard brushing my skin.
“Can I make you something to eat?” I ask him. I wish he would let me look after him, but he doesn’t. He drowns his sorrows with alcohol and easy women. I’m not going to judge his methods of coping, but I hope he gets back to himself soon.
I miss my friend.
“Don’t worry about me Faye. I’m gonna have a shower then get out of here so you can spoil your man for his birthday,” he says, walking away.
I sigh and watch him as he leaves. I spend the rest of the afternoon painting my nails and pampering myself. When I get the text from Rake, I set out the food, light the candles, and put on my outfit.
The cut and some black lace panties.
And that’s it.
I look in the mirror and smile.
I look good.
My long hair frames my face and has volume on top, giving me a sexy look. My eyes are dark and smoky, my lips a blood red. The sides of my br**sts are visible, but my ni**les are covered by the black leather cut. My fair skin stands out even more. I had planned on wearing sexy heels, but I choose comfort instead and go barefoot.
When I hear him enter the door, I walk out to greet him. He stops in his tracks when he sees me standing here.
“Holy f**k,” he whispers as his gaze devours me. He walks towards me, eyes on my body. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Stay still I need a photo of this,” he says, taking a picture with his phone. He slides it away then kisses my mouth. “How did I get so f**king lucky? I’m going to send a thank you letter to the condom company.”
I gape. “You did not just say that.”
He grins crookedly. “What’s the occasion beautiful?”
“I have exams for the rest of the week so I thought we could celebrate your birthday early,” I say, rubbing my body against his. “You didn’t even tell me it was you’re birthday.”
“Not a big deal babe. Just another day.”
“Not anymore, it isn’t,” I reply, breathing him in.
“Let me have a quick shower, I have grease on me,” he says, kissing me once more before walking into the bathroom. I make myself busy in the kitchen, waiting for him to finish.
He enters the kitchen moments later, wearing nothing but a pair of low slung jeans. I stare at his body, appreciating the view.
“Take a seat,” I sat in a husky tone.
He sits down and stares at the table. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
I smile. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I f**kin’ love it. Now come here,” he demands. I walk up to him, laughing as he pulls me onto his lap. “I’m going to make you scream my name a few times before we eat whatever smells so f**kin’ good and has my mouth watering.”
He kisses me greedily, cupping my cheeks with his palms. I grip onto his shoulders, giving it back to him, kissing him with an intensity that surprises even me. When he leans me back against the table and f**ks me, I love every single second of it.
I love his expressions, the sounds he makes, the dirty way he talks to me.
The way he takes joy in my pleasure.
His bossiness and his demands.
I give as good as I get. I match his passion and his intensity.
He was made for me, this man.
I dig my fingers into his dragon tattoo and let the pleasure consume me.
Chapter Twenty Two
Vinnie drives me home from my exam the next day, and for that I’m grateful. I’m feeling extremely drained today and just want to go home and sleep.
“How did you do?” Vinnie asks.
“I think I did well,” I reply. “It wasn’t too hard.”
“Modest aren’t we?” he says with a chuckle.
I shrug. “Just honest. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me tonight while everyone goes out to celebrate.”
“It’s no biggie,” he says. “I was at Toxic last week.”
My head snaps to him. “They’re taking him to a strip club?”
Vinnie grimaces. “Didn’t you know? Fuck.”
Fuck is right. I send a text to Rake.
Faye: Where you taking Dex tonight?”
Rake: Why?
Faye: ‘Cuz I wanna know.
Rake: Wind Dragons’ night out--don’t ruin it.
Faye: #$!&^&^&^
Rake: Give the man his balls for the night!
Rake: Faye!
Faye: Fine.
Rake: Love you.
Faye: Fuck you.
I tilt my head back against the seat. It’s just a night out. Seeing hot naked women who aren’t pregnant and fat.
Fuck. I’m feeling insecure.
It’s not a good feeling, and it doesn’t look good on me.
“He won’t do anything. They’ll just drink and shoot the shit,” Vinnie tries to assure me.
“Yeah well, let him have his fun,” I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral.
While I sit at home studying and stuffing my face.