Dream Chaser (Dream Team #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,6
assholes’ faces so this bitch can have bi-monthly massages.”
Bi-monthly?
I hadn’t had a massage in…
I didn’t remember the last time I had a massage.
And Angelica had two a month?
Off my back?
No, wait.
Her kids didn’t have fucking carrots and were eating Cap’n Crunch and she was getting massages?
“She gets child benefit,” Boone carried on. “She’s conned her mom outta at least a couple hundred this month. Your mom outta a couple hundred more. And I don’t know what she’s telling you, but your brother ponied up, and he pretty much always ponies up, and if he doesn’t, it’s because he’s a little short. Then you take up the slack. Even so, she went and reamed his ass, and after he handed over a check for fifteen hundred a week ago, he handed over another one for five hundred a coupla days ago, both of which, when she got them, she went directly to cash, for cash, and they cleared.”
This was…
It was…
“So she’s shaking you down,” Boone continued, “and your brother’s shaking you down so he can cover his own ass, and hers, even though he’s gainfully employed, makes good cake, though I’ve no fuckin’ clue how he manages to stay employed since what doesn’t go to her that he earns or asks for from you goes right to Argonaut Liquor. And you’re racing to her house to get the kids to school so she can sleep in. Because I can guaran-damn-tee you that woman does not have a headache.”
Oh no.
He did not.
“How do you know she called about a migraine?” I asked quietly.
“Ryn,” he bit down on my name impatiently. “I’m lookin’ out for you.”
“You’ve hacked my phone. You’re stalking me too.”
He drew in so much breath, his chest expanded with it.
It was a sight to see since his chest normally was pretty formidable.
But I could bite too.
And I did.
“You know, Boone, when I’m sucking your cock, you can invade my privacy.”
His green eyes got wide (and I had to admit, with that hair, that tan, that bone structure, those mossy green eyes were insult to injury I actually wasn’t sucking his cock).
“Are you outta your mind?” he asked.
“And since that’s not gonna goddamn happen, especially now, you can butt right the fuck,” I leaned his way, “out.”
“Kathryn,” he growled, a stern set to his angled jaw.
No.
Hell no.
He was not gonna Dom me without earning the goddamned privilege.
“Don’t you even,” I hissed.
“I cannot believe you’re fuckin’ pissed…at me,” it was him who swept his arm out to indicate what was on my hutch, “when your brother’s ex is fucking you over…” and then he leaned my way, “huge.”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend you can stalk, Boone?” I asked snidely.
“Just sayin’, I’m not interested in her right now because she doesn’t need a serious-as-fuck spanking, sweetheart.”
My breath whistled between my teeth, I sucked so much of it in so fast.
This was because I was ticked at Boone, furious with Angelica, and incensed that his words caused my nipples to get hard and a surge of wet to saturate between my legs.
And I didn’t need what happened next.
Boone proving what I’d spent countless hours wondering about since the first moment I clapped eyes on him knowing Lottie picked him for me.
That he was an intuitive Master.
I knew this when he didn’t miss my reaction.
At least not the part that served his purpose.
Which meant he got closer, not super close, but close enough I could smell the residue of his shave cream.
Oh God.
Yeah, an intuitive Master.
And a skilled one.
“Should start small, tell you to open your mouth for me,” he whispered. “Slide my fingers inside, let you taste who you belong to.”
I stood still and stared into eyes that had lost almost all the green, they were so dilated.
He was turned on.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
“But right now, I’d rather see you on your knees,” he finished.
The words were trembling when I said, “Get out.”
He ignored me. “Though you’d rather be across mine.”
He was regrettably very right.
I fought back a shiver.
He dipped his face to mine.
And tore me apart.
“Your brother needs a fuckin’ program. His ex needs the verbal shit kicked out of her. But you’re so addicted to their dysfunction, set to be the enabler, you won’t do dick. Not to help guide them to a path that’s healthy for them, not to extricate yourself from a situation that is not healthy for you. You’re one of those chicks who likes chaos. Drama. Needs to be needed even if it’s dicked up how you gotta get your fix.”