you later for the pep talk.”
Later for the pep talk?
“Be cool,” he bid and then the door closed on him.
Again, pep talk?
They were gone, so I couldn’t ask, and they thought I was awesome, and they might not think that if I ran to the door, opened it and shrieked, “What do you mean, pep talk? Do I need a pep talk?”
So I didn’t do that.
I cleaned the kitchen.
And I tidied the fridge.
All while I waited for Mo.
* * * *
“Be better if you were in here with me,” Mo groused.
He might be right.
But from where I was sitting on the bathroom counter watching him in the shower, he was so very wrong.
“I already took a shower,” I reminded him.
“Another reason we’re gonna have words,” he muttered irritably.
“Dude, you totally cheated me by falling for me and then catching the bad guy before I had the chance to sit in the bathroom while you showered. Throw a girl a bone,” I replied.
His silver eyes turned to me while water sluiced his big body, making it all wet and slippery.
“I would, if you got your ass in the fuckin’ shower with me.”
I grinned at him.
He scowled at me and turned back to face the water.
I settled in to enjoy the show.
He’d squirted bodywash in his hands and was rubbing it on himself when I said, “You know, I have no clue if I would have fallen for you before you went into the Army.”
Slowly, his arms crossed on his wide chest, his hands soaping his pits, he stopped moving except he turned his head to look at me.
I kept talking.
“Though my guess, no. Because back then, you wouldn’t be Mo. Not my Mo. The Mo I need you to be. I’m sure you were still awesome. But not as awesome as you are now. And it’s not I’ll take the bad with the good when it comes to dealing with shit, like your dreams. It’s that it’s all good. It’s all you. It’s who you are and what you did and how you come to me. And I’ll take it all, Mo. Because I want it all. Who you are and what you did and how you come to me is precisely what I need you to be.”
Mo said nothing and remained unmoving.
“Just so you know, the boys were here having breakfast after you took off. I talked to them. About your dreams.”
This did not make him appear to be pissed or even annoyed.
He just kept staring at me.
“I don’t want to talk about you, have you find out and have you thinking it was done behind your back,” I explained. “They told me some stuff, but not anything I wouldn’t have done anyway. So we’ll just get this out there right now, so it’s there and over. If you want to talk about your dreams, I’ll listen. If you don’t want to talk about your dreams, I won’t push. If you need to get up and go the gym, I don’t care. If you need to do anything, save injecting heroin, to deal, I’m at your back, on your side or whatever you need. But if shit gets extreme and you aren’t talking to me about it, I’m going to the boys. There it is. You cool with that?”
Mo didn’t speak or move.
“You cool with that, honey?” I pushed.
He finally spoke.
“Get in the shower, Lottie.”
“I already took one, baby,” I whispered.
“Get. In the shower. Lottie,” he said a lot lower, a lot slower and in a way one part of me didn’t have to get in the shower to get wet.
I hopped off the counter and took off the shorts, panties, tank and bra I put on after I showered.
Then I got in the shower with him.
Waiting for Mo, I’d had time to shower.
I had not had time to do my hair.
I didn’t think about that.
I didn’t because Mo’s hands were under my arms, I was lifted up and pulled around, my back slammed against the tile, and Mo was pressing into me.
“Legs around my back,” he ordered.
We’d had the talk. Absolutely. Since Tammy had cheated on him, he’d gotten tested. He was clean and didn’t go in ungloved with the two chicks he’d had since her.
Before him, I’d had a long dry spell and was on birth control.
So after I wrapped my legs around his back, Mo wrapping a fist around his big dick, guiding it to me and thrusting right in was just about him and me.
Him and