Chapter 9
Allister
"I'm dying here," I groan. She's killing me, and she knows it.
"You are not dying." She says it the way you'd explain to a five-year-old why he can't open his presents before Christmas. "I came twice for you this morning. My fingers did that new thing you told me last night. It makes me cum in like three seconds. Thinking of you doing it to me is the best."
Holy mother of God. If I don't get my cock inside my girl soon, I'll die.
I've never ached like this before. Never.
I wake up every morning covered in cum from dreaming about her.
The damn hotel in Indianapolis must think I've got a fucking badge from the Spunk Delivery Overachievers Club.
The sheets practically crack in half from all the sleep jizz.
The first time I cum inside her, she's going to be so full it drips out the corners of her mouth.
"No, I'm dying. Actually dying. Trust me.
I'm a fucking virgin who's found his one and only, and I can't touch her?
Only listen to her touch herself? That's the most exquisite kind of torture, listening to you do all the filthy things I want to do to you myself.
Just be ready when I get home, because I'm coming back a man on the edge. "
She giggles. "I'm ready."
"Okay, let's change the subject before I jizz in my pants. The contractors are due any minute, so I might not have long. What are you doing today?"
"Well, let's see. Henrietta is here, of course. She made me a breakfast even you couldn't finish. Then Wilson is coming to take me to the doctor. Just my therapy appointment. Nothing to worry about."
"Ah, okay. How's that going? Still painful, babe?"
"A little, but you were right to push me to do it. My legs are already getting stronger. I can't believe all those years, a little therapy could have had me walking on my own."
"Babe, you will, you're fucking strong. It'll just take time."
"Thank you for setting it all up. Who knew you were friendly with so many people? Anyway, I can pay for it, you know. I do have a bit of money of my own now."
"I want to pay for it. I want to take care of you. We're in this together. And I figured with me gone this week, you needed to stay out of trouble."
"Not much chance of that with the helicopter staff around me all the time. Wilson and Henrietta barely give me any time to myself. Wilson thinks I should move back to the mansion. He said it's what Mom and Dad would want."
Wilson telling her what she should do lights a fuse in me. I keep it off the phone, though. She doesn't need to hear how bad I want to put my foot up his ass.
"Well, when I get back there, they better be on notice I'm taking over looking after you.
They can keep up the housework and whatever, but taking care of you is my job now.
They're dismissed. Only a few more days, thank God.
You and I have business to take care of, don't we?
You're still sure, right? Because I'm ready for you to take my cherry, precious. "
We're both laughing when Wilson's voice cuts in from the background, asking if she's ready to go. Little fuck is always all up in her business. And I'm not there to do a damn thing about it. She tells him she'll be right out, and to wait outside.
I know I should calm down. I just don't like another dude helping her out, even if he's the poster child for family loyalty. It fucking rips my heart out. But he's been with the family a long time, and Leah said he's always had her back, so I'm trying to trust him. It's hard, but I'm trying.
"Okay, babe, you need to go. Text me when you're done with therapy and let me know how it went. Then take a steam and relax, okay? You've been up every night this week working on that book, and I'm worried you're not getting enough rest. You need to sleep."
"I want to have it done by the time you get back, though.
" She says it with a little whine and pout.
"The hero is just about to take the heroine's virginity, which kind of reminds me of…
anyway, I'm using all the filthy talk you've inspired.
Who would have thought the word 'cunt' would make me wet? Oops, there I go. I'm wet…"
"Oh my Jesus God." I groan, about to lose my mind, and she laughs.
She loves making me crazy. "I have to go, babe.
My cock's already hard, and the crew's coming into the building.
You're trouble with a capital T." I grin at the corny words, her laughter spilling down the line. "Okay, baby, take care, text me later."
We sign off, and the crew chief comes through the front door.
Both clubs burned the same night, a hundred and fifty miles apart, both going up at the same hour.
That's not one man's work. Somebody planned it, and that's the part that keeps me up.
Total loss on both, a rebuild from scratch, and the insurance meetings and the cleanup crews and the drive between them have me strung tight.
We're a year from done, maybe more. Decker's in the loop, even mid-honeymoon, and he's already pushing to hand me the CEO chair so he can retire and make babies with May while I live on the road.
And the whole time, all I want is to be home with Leah.
Fucking life. It throws the golden goose in my path, then laughs its ass off, because now I'm not sure I want it. I'll figure it out, one way or another, but I'll tell you this: I'll lose the clubs a hundred times before I'd risk losing her.