eyes burned, and I bit my bottom lip hard, but my chin was trembling far harder than anything I could control. Fat hot tears spilled out of my eyes, and suddenly, he pulled me off my stool and into his arms, his lips and hands all over my face. His mouth branded me, utterly possessive in his intensity.
Gasping for breath, he pressed his Third Eye to mine, and I was flooded with his desire, his respect, his loyalty, his absolute trust in me, his promise of faithfulness and fidelity to me…only me. No matter what stupid shit he might do, I could always count on that.
He is mine.
“You own me, Kenna,” he promised me, his breath caressing over my face.
Clinging to him as though my life depended on him, as though the beating of my heart would simply cease if he wasn’t here with me, I was terrified and completely at his mercy, and I didn’t think I would have it any other way.
“You own me just as much,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear, with hope, with everything I had.
Sheri looked fucking dy-no-mite in her brand-new wide-legged jeans and a tight black NOLA’s Junk tank top that restrained her goods in a respectable manner. She had her gorgeous hair piled high on her head, and there was a glow in her cheeks as she peered through the glass separating us from the seafood display.
Sheri looked so healthy that I had to remark on it.
“I’ve been making those juices and smoothies you gave me the recipes for. They’re fantastic, and I feel like I have so much more energy,” she said.
We were at a large indoor market with stalls providing every type of fresh food available. The only problem I had with this place was that, unlike the farmers market, the wares here weren’t necessarily local. However, this place had the biggest selection of some of the best seafood. It was a friendly environment where the sellers were really nice, and it was never overly crowded.
With Phil and the guys setting up the music room, Sheri had happily volunteered to accompany me. I thought she just wanted to show the world that she looked fabulous in a pair of jeans. I couldn’t blame her.
“Jason is so bored. I think he made the guys take him into the music room to help today,” Sheri said.
The dude behind the counter handed me a half-pound of scallops and shrimp.
“And a half-pound of clams and that fillet of catfish.” I pointed to the one I wanted. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be all right as long as he doesn’t overdo anything,” I assured Sheri.
A small gourmet coffee stand was located at the exit, and we grabbed two creamy frappés to enjoy on the ride home in the Black Beauty. After dropping the seafood in the cooler of ice we’d brought with us in the bed of the truck, we hopped in, slurping our frosty treats.
“Jason wanted to have sex last night,” Sheri said in a hushed voice. “And he got mad at me when I told him no.”
“He should probably wait,” I told her.
“That’s what I said,” she replied. “His face is still in a lot of pain, but I think his feelings were hurt worse. It’s like he’s afraid he’s no longer attractive. I tried to tell him that I still thought he was beautiful, but he just kicked me out. Even when I brought him his breakfast this morning, he didn’t say anything to me. No, that’s not true. He told me my scrambled eggs sucked. He drank all the juice though.”
I cracked up. “What a brat!”
Sheri grinned. “Yeah, he can be a fucking diva when he doesn’t get his way. I think…” Her face fell a little. “I think he thinks I’m not interested in him anymore.”
“Are you?”
“Very much so. If anything, I think his crooked nose is going to make him look even hotter—you know, once all the swelling goes down. His face was too perfect before. He almost looked angelic. Now, he’ll have a little bit of a dangerous edge.”
I couldn’t help it. I lost my shit, laughing. “Yeah, I can see that.” Phil is like that. He has this incredible energy that practically screams primal sex and thrilling danger—no busted face required.
“I don’t know how to reassure him. I think he already feels rejected, and now, he won’t forgive me.” She sighed.
“I don’t get that,” I said, sobering up. “How can he feel rejected? You’ve been taking care