gotta tell you, my ass isn’t worth what it used to be.”
My palm slides down her back until I reach the mouthwatering curve of her ass. It’s worth so much more than she ever made on that stage but this moment isn’t about that shit.
It’s about manning the fuck up.
“Sweetness, this place is yours. You bought it, you worked for it, you sacrificed for it, no one can take that away from you. But you’re my woman. I don’t give a fuck about that ’struck shit, you were mine from the second I saw you with or without the curse chiming in.”
I grab her hips and draw her in closer, watching as her pupils dilate just from being this close to me and my dick is all for that shit. “I’m not paying rent. I’m covering the bills so you can go to school without worrying about a fucking thing. I’m getting whatever you need, covering everything, because you’re mine to take care of. You’re fucking mine.”
Her cheeks flush and her head ducks. “You don’t have to. I… I made sure I had enough. I’ve got it covered, just so long as—“
“So long as nothing, Angel. You’ll leave it to me.”
Angel startles at the knock on the door, ducking out of my arms to answer it. I already know who’s coming so I get to work laying sheets down over the sofa and the floors.
“I brought beer and a tall guy, I think we’ll have the ceilings sorted in no time at all. Speck was gonna come but Keely caught wind and threatened to drug him to keep him home. He’s still a little… broken, I guess.” Poe shrugs, talking a mile a minute, and Rue steps up behind her, his hands wrapping around her hips to nudge her out of the way. I scoff at him and get a glare in return.
I might be smug.
I got my girl wrapped around me all night, I got her pussy gripping me like a fucking vise and her soft morning eyes.
He’s got blue balls and a fucking brat on his hands.
“Thank you for helping. I’ve got everything prepped in here and Tomi is doing the living room.”
Trink slumps into the room like she’s dying but she shoots Angel a smile, a real one which makes her whole face light up. “Let’s get this over with, I need a fucking nap and that couch is comfy as hell.”
Angel cringes a little and says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get you outta bed—”
I’m about to chew Trink out but Poe butts in, always reading the room with ease. “Trink has nothing better to do. Besides, we weren’t gonna let the boys have all the fun. Just promise me you won’t let them choose colors, Angel, because Rue’s colorblind and couldn’t pick paint to fucking save himself. Did he tell you about the Indian he fucking ruined last year? Disgraceful.”
Rue huffs at her and stalks into the living room, ignoring Trink’s cackling. “Where’s the paint? Are we doing all of the rooms? Flower, quit bitching and call for pizzas. I didn’t get breakfast and I’m fucking starving.”
She grins at him and starts calling.
We get to work on the ceilings and the girls head into the tiny bedroom. It’s the only room in the house with carpet still on the floor and Angel’s already made a call about getting it replaced.
Poe helps her with the carpet while Trink plays with the bluetooth speakers and dances around like a crazy woman. At first I think she’s not really doing anything but when we make it to the ceilings in the kitchen we find her scrubbing out the cupboards there. I haven’t seen that kid ever do real manual labor before because she’s fucking spoiled so I’m impressed.
I pay for the pizza when it gets here, shooting Angel down hard when she attempts to argue with me, and we eat it on the tiny front porch to get away from the paint fumes. We all talk about nothing, just cars and gossip about people around town and it feels so fucking normal.
After lunch. Rue drives Trink and Poe back to the compound, leaving Angel and I to go shopping for shit to fill her house up with.
I drive the Chevy even though she fusses at me like I don’t fucking know how just because I’d rather have her on the back of my hog, wrapped around me with her honey scent all over the leather of my cut.