swallowed a lump in my throat at the sound of his rough voice.
"What are you wearing, beautiful?"
"Hang on and I’ll show you." I moved the phone away from myself and took a selfie while miming sucking a dick before forwarding it on to him. JJ raised an eyebrow as he dropped onto the chair opposite me and watched with interest.
"Sometimes I think you snark me because you want me to punish you, baby girl," Maverick growled. "Is that what you're hoping for? That I'll get on a boat and come spank your ass raw?"
"Maybe," I hedged, wondering if JJ could make out Maverick's words or not because his face gave nothing away. "But not today. I have something on."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna put a bullet in Shawn Mackenzie's fucking skull at last."
"Shit, baby, you really know how to get me hard. Can you do it close range so I can fuck you while you're still splattered with his blood?"
I snorted a laugh then bit my lip, unsure if he was joking or if that turned me on. Or if I was just losing the plot altogether and I had no fucking idea what to think of anything anymore.
"I'll call you if I do," I promised.
"Fuck that, I'm gonna come to watch the show firsthand. I can't imagine anything hotter than watching you blow that asshole away, beautiful."
"You don't know where I am. And even if you did, you wouldn't be welcome here," I pointed out.
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't make silly assumptions. I could be watching you right now and you'd never even know it."
"Bullshit."
"See you soon, baby." Rick cut the call and I just stared at the phone for a minute before shaking my head and pocketing it.
"I take it he has no objections to you killing Shawn then?" JJ asked, leaning towards me and resting his elbows on his knees.
"Apparently watching me kill the motherfucker would be a turn on," I said. "He likes the idea of me painted in the blood of my enemies or some shit."
I expected JJ to scoff or make some joke about Maverick being a psychopath, but he just ran his gaze over me slowly, licking his lips like he was giving that mental image some thought too.
"Man has good taste, I'll give him that," he said eventually and I bit my lip.
Johnny James, being the asshole he was, knew exactly where my mind had just gone and he leaned back again, jerking his chin at me in a silent command.
I should have told him to get fucked. But I got to my feet instead and slowly closed the distance between us. I’d blame that move on my vagina – I might have been a strong, take no shit kind of girl, but she was a submissive little hussy who loved following the orders of men with huge dicks. It was a constant struggle of our wills, but she definitely won whenever it came to Johnny James.
JJ placed his arms over the back of the large chair he sat in and waited for me to make my move.
We'd been together a few times since Chase had...gone, but it had always been a merging of our grief. A slow, cathartic giving and taking of our pain mixed with love and the comfort we found in each other’s arms. But the look he was giving me now was all heated. The gangster who usually hid beneath the surface of his skin looking up at me with dark promises in his honey brown eyes.
I moved to place my knees on the cushions either side of his muscular thighs, reaching for his chest before he caught my wrists in his grasp and placed them down on the armrests either side of us instead.
"Hold your weight up," he commanded gripping my ass and lifting it from his knees so that I was kneeling over him instead of balancing on top of him. "Now tell me how worked up you are about today. Tell me how much you've been thinking about killing that piece of shit who laid his fucking hands on you."
"I need to do it, JJ," I growled, my skin tingling with the intensity of the hatred I felt towards Shawn. "And I want to look him in the fucking eyes as I do. I want him to look at me the same way I did him when his hands were wrapped tight around my throat."
JJ moved his hand between my thighs and I sucked my lower lip into