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want medium. You’ll have to wait a bit longer for well.”
“I like mine juicy, so medium works for me,” Nik said. “Who’s cooking the eggs?”
Nik was about to cook mine, she was pumping so much sexual ferocity at Turo. I felt like I should leave and give them some space. Damn.
“I am, cricket. How do you like them?”
“Scrambled.”
I shifted in my seat. I’d had no idea that eggs could be so freaking sexy. But here I was, wishing I was into period sex and Ryker and I were alone.
“ME TOO,” I said. Winced at the volume of my own voice. “I like scrambled. With cheese. Maybe some salsa. I’ll go get the cheese and salsa. Ryker, I need help. In the kitchen.”
He looked up, chuckled. “It’s cheese and salsa, cupcake. I’m sure you can handle it.”
“Ryker Anthony, I need your help in the kitchen.” I gave him serious-face. Flicked my head towards the kitchen.
“Damn, girl, fine. But if you ruin my steaks, I’m paddling your ass.” He stomped towards the patio door. Pushed me inside. “What the hell was that?”
I grabbed his chin and forced his face to look out at Nik and Turo. “She’s under the wild misconception that he’s a nun.”
Ryker snorted. “I doubt Turo came out of the womb a nun. He wreaks of being a manwhore.”
I slapped his arm in agreement. “Exactly! So why does Nik think he’s a nun?”
Ryker got quiet. “Well, Nik eats men for breakfast. Maybe he smells his own death in the water when he’s around her?’
I laughed. “That little thing?”
He looked down at me. Nodded without saying anything.
“Oh damn. Baby girl got skill.”
He laughed. “And the men just fall at her feet. It’s almost disgusting. Makes me sad for literal mankind. But if she even gets a whiff of weak character, she walks. Appreciates only strength.”
I smiled. “Good for her.” I reached out for the patio door.
“Hey, what about the cheese and salsa?”
I snickered. “Right.” I ran to the kitchen, got the items. “Now let’s go.” I shoved them in his hands.
“Why do I have to carry them?” he asked as he opened the door for me.
“Because I’m a weak little woman.”
He snorted. “And my dick’s really only six inches long.”
My head tipped back as I laughed.
Chapter 37 – Ryker
Friday morning
“Come on. We can go sign the paper and get the keys.” I was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. And hell, it practically was Christmas morning for me. Ms. Goldie had called, Willow’s ring was ready. Then Scott called. The closing was this afternoon.
My girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was in a weird ball of knots on the top of her head. She glared at me. “Do you have any chocolate?”
My eyes widened. Oh shit. I slowly shook my head.
Her eyes narrowed down to slits. “We’re stopping for chocolate on the way.”
“Sure, cupcake. Anything you say.”
She nodded at me, walked to the suitcase. She lifted up everything she’d brought. Even some of the clothes she’d already worn. She threw everything back in it after a short minute and loosed a loud snarl. “Give me some pants.”
I looked at her suitcase. “Which ones do you want?”
Her eyes got really wide, went damp. “Some of yours.”
I jumped to my bag. Ripped some sleep pants out of the bottom. They were black with pockets on the sides of the legs. “Here, baby. Here you go.”
She ripped them from my hands, stuffed her feet down the legs. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being awful. I just really want some chocolate. My period’s never usually this bad.”
“Extra stress maybe?” I offered gently. “Think about tonight. How much fun it’s going to be. The looks of horror on the gathered masses’ faces as we throw your parents under the proverbial bus.”
She smiled. Nodded. “Yeah. That’s going to be great.”
I blew out a breath. Hopefully that crisis was diverted. “Wright said yesterday that he’ll have guys at each exit. That he’s taken the cops and judges into custody so they couldn’t leak the news to your parents.”
She smiled again. Grabbed a white, long sleeve shirt from her bag. Tugged it on. She winced as she pulled it down over her tits.
“Sensitive?” I asked.
She nodded. Grabbed them against her chest. “Yeah. I feel like Cassandra Humphrey tit punched me repeatedly again.”
I growled. “Where is this bitch so I can kill her?”
She chuckled. “Probably on her third husband with eight kids. That’s punishment enough.” Her eyes twinkled. “For her husbands and kids.”