me.
“Love me?” I whispered as I held on with all I had and did that everywhere.
His mouth took mine in a hot, wet, long kiss.
After he broke it, he grunted, “Yeah.”
That was when I gave it to him.
“Love you too, baby.”
“No shit?”
Uh.
Wait.
What?
No shit?
What did he mean, no shit?
“Is that what you say when I first tell you I love you?” I demanded to know, though it came out “Is THAT what you SAY when I FIRST tell you I LOVE YOU?” seeing as I took his powerful thrusts while demanding it so his cock forced every few words to be louder.
“Words don’t mean dick, Lottie. You’ve been showin’ me you love me since you threw down with Tammy. Now shut up, babe, and get fucked.”
I glared at him.
His hips dipped and rolled.
I bit my lip and stopped glaring at him.
Mo grinned at me.
He was still doing it when he kissed me.
And he fucked me.
We both came.
After, I helped him finish washing up.
I’d watch him shower to fruition some other time.
Or I wouldn’t.
It didn’t matter.
I could have what I wanted with Mo anytime I wanted it.
I knew that to my soul.
So either way was good with me.
Chapter Fourteen
Dream Girl
Lottie
I raced down my steps as best I could wearing only one shoe, and turned into the living room.
My ears had not deceived me in what they heard while I got dressed upstairs.
The boys had arrived.
Hot guy action was everywhere.
Axl stretched on my couch.
Auggie lounged crossways across my armchair.
Boone sitting on my counter in the kitchen.
Mag with his head in my fridge.
And Mo standing in the kitchen, wearing a dove gray shirt with a sheen that made it almost silver, dark gray trousers, head tipped back, corded throat on display through his open collar, downing water from a black Hydro Flask.
I did not have it in me to react to all this goodness in my living room and kitchen, even Mo looking extra double hot wearing nice clothes and downing water in a way I got that view of his throat.
We were leaving in five minutes for his mom’s and I was in a state.
“Babe, what the fuck? You don’t have beer?” Mag stated after pulling his head out of the fridge.
“I only drink beer on special occasions or at your place,” I replied.
He stared at me saying, “That’s impossible.”
“Crib is tight, Lots,” Auggie told me as I rushed by him (or limped by him on one spike heel, one bare foot, clutching my other shoe to my chest as well as the bag I was switching out to).
“Thanks,” I muttered to Auggie.
Mo had come out from behind the Hydro and was staring at me in a way that, if we weren’t imminently going to dinner at his mom’s, and his buds weren’t hanging around being hot, I would be on my back on the kitchen floor getting fucked.
Good to know he liked the dress.
But I couldn’t even let that penetrate.
“How can you not drink beer?” Mag demanded to know.
“She’s fit, asshole,” Axl called. “That’s how. Not everyone has your metabolism and a cast-iron liver.”
“Mac, babe, seriously, that calendar on your fridge,” Boone said to me as I dumped all that was in my hands on the counter by his hip.
I looked up at him.
“What?” I asked.
“Three-month oil changes?” He shook his head. “Check your manual. Unless you drive a Chrysler Lebaron circa nineteen eighty-two, it’s either five thousand or seven thousand. Sometimes even ten. That three-month or three-thousand-mile gig is totally overkill.”
“I just knew that was a scam,” I snapped.
He grinned at me. “Good you now got men in your life who’ll look out for you.”
I already had men in my life who looked out for me.
But none of them told me about the oil-change scam.
I would have words with Eddie.
Then Tex.
Later.
At that moment, I needed to freak out.
“Can I ask when my woman became all of your woman?” Mo requested to know from behind me, and he didn’t sound happy.
“Until we get our own,” Mag answered breezily. “You know sister wives? We’re like brother husbands.”
“No you aren’t.”
There was my man’s Brook No Argument Tone.
“Without the benefits, of course,” Mag added.
“Lottie, babe, step up the matchmaking shit,” Mo ordered, leaning hips against the counter beside me as I reached to my purse so I could switch out what I needed to my clutch.
But I felt it, that “it” was strong, and I had to stop what I was doing to look around.
I turned my head side to side to see everyone’s attention