He could always take my bad day and make it one of the best, then try to suck my brain out between my thighs. Oh yes, I’ve missed that too, have gone too far with the memories, and probably forgotten more than I remember of his techniques to defend myself, so yeah, not fighting with anybody… anywhere. I throw my hands palm up, calling for a truce with Tommy and with my brain determined to remind me of things best forgotten. There’s no better place to eat in Arrow than wherever he owns the stove.
“Ok, I’m begging you to feed me. I’ll even pay you. I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I don’t do flight rations at all, not even after ten hours. Rather starve, and that’s what I’m doing, so have some pity please.”
He turns sideways, eyeballing me. “Humph. Let me think about it. I’d have fed you for free if you hadn’t insulted me with ‘what’s good here?’ Lady, you bumped your head in the bathroom somewhere miles high over the ocean and forgot who I am in the kitchen. The motherfucking boss. Don’t forget that shit again or we’re gonna have problems.”
I know how he likes to solve them too. Where. And what position I’m usually in when he takes his retribution. It used to be a game I played to see if I could piss him off just so he’d make love to me with aggression. There’s two sides to Tommy: the silly and the aggressive man that demands almost every inch of you in the bedroom. He did of me anyway. I’m surprised he didn’t leave enough seed in me to negate the birth control pill I took faithfully before I left Arrow.
Somehow, I’ve always known I’d never make a baby with any other man. Yeah, well, that’s no longer an option if I ever want kids. I’m going to have to accept that…one day, hopefully before my eggs start boiling inside my ovaries.
Then he chuckles. “Come on, let me seat you, Kat. I’ll give your mouth an experience you won’t ever get in London.”
“S-sure,” I stutter, tongue-tied from, ‘You’ve given me plenty of experiences, like the first time I tried to deepthroat you’ hanging from the tip of my tongue.
If I let that thought fly, it’ll be so bad of me, and not my fault. The kind of girl who would say that is who Tommy turns me into whenever he’s close. Hurriedly, I turn away from him, because I’ll go there with him, igniting the drama I’m trying to avoid with possibly another woman’s man. My mind refuses to wrap itself around him belonging to someone else.
Stubborn to a fault, I am.
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