Chapter 61
She looks seraphic in her sleep. Her long, pink hair is fanned out over the pillow, and her body is listless against the mattress.
Her shorts have bunched up a bit, and the white camisole she’s wearing – it’s barely concealing her pebbled nipples.
Watching her so at ease makes me feel calm, but it also makes me hard as a fucking rock.
Her safety relaxes me, and her body makes me mad with need.
I’m leaning against her balcony’s archway, having just climbed up the railing.
I’d thought sleeping in her bedroom after what happened with Riley would be difficult for her, but seeing her right now has cleared that doubt from my head.
As long as she’s comfortable at the estate, I don’t mind visiting her like this.
It’s our little thing, after all – just hers and mine alone.
And the smile that takes over her face when she sees me in her balcony?
Yeah, that’s something special; something I’ll never get enough of.
She’d texted me a couple of hours ago and asked me to come over, but because I was at Finesse, busy servicing Solo’s SUV, I’d seen her message a little late. I know I should leave, but I also can’t stop looking at her.
She stretches her arms and shifts in her bed, then blinks her eyes open. Our gazes meet, and her lips slowly spread into a lazy, relaxed smile.
There we go.
“Were you watching me sleep?” she asks, then sits up in her bed. Bringing an arm forward, she wiggles her fingers, urging me to come closer.
I chuckle and start walking over to her. “It’s your fault for looking so damn hot, even while asleep.” I sit next to her when she shifts to make space for me.
“Is that why you’re hard right now?” she questions around a smirk, then runs a hand over my growing cock.
I hiss at the pressure, then grab her wrist. “Do that, and I’ll come in my fucking boxers.”
“That’s the goal, though.”
I chuckle again. “So this is why you asked me to come over, then – so that you could make me jizz in my pants?”
She clicks her tongue. “Nope. I wanted you here because I needed to talk to someone about how my uncle stupidly, impulsively, decided to sell Lure to random investors instead of letting me run it.”
I blink, not expecting her to say that. “Chase sold Miranda’s brand?”
Cignette nods, then frowns. She then tells me about her conversation with Chase from earlier, and how he’d all but shunned her pleas of wanting to run the HQ herself.
“His lawyers contacted me a few hours ago, letting me know that the paperwork is being finalized. Mave thinks I shouldn’t let it get to me because it’s something that’ll fatten my pockets, but how can I fucking not?”
“Of course he does.”
“I don’t know what to do, Dorran,” she says, and her frown deepens.
I run the back of my fingers over her jaw. “Want me to be honest with you?”
She leans into my touch. “Always.”
“You’re rich, you’re beautiful, and you’ve been through enough shit for multiple lifetimes.
Take this time off to relax, enjoy the goddamn money, and find a purpose when you feel like you’re ready to try something on your own.
” I soothe the lines between her brows with a thumb, then press a kiss there.
“Besides, I’m always on the lookout for a chick who’s willing to wash client cars wearing a bikini, and who can give me blowjobs in the backseat whenever I need them.
So hit me up when the money runs out and you wanna make more of it. ”
Her mouth opens in surprise as she stares at me. Then, she grabs a pillow from behind her, and before I can stop her, she hits me with it – right in the face.
“You’re such an ass!” She hits me again, making me laugh.
I duck and move away, then slide towards the other side of the bed. “I was only giving you some advice!”
She gets on her knees. “To wash cars wearing a two
piece.” She hits me in the back of my head. “Yeah, I heard.”
I barely have time to avoid getting hit before she brings the pillow down on me once more. “You gotta admit: it sounds sexy,” I say, then laugh again when she all but tackles me on the bed.
She’s panting, and so am I. Her dark eyes glint against the silver moonlight as she throws the pillow to the side. Placing her hands on my chest, she straddles me, then presses her pussy against my boner as she settles on my hips.
“I meant the first part, though,” I tell her, then hold onto her waist. “You’ve been through so much; you need some downtime to heal and reflect.
Try not to think too much about Chase’s decision, because there’s unfortunately no way to change it.
He’s an adamant bastard, and as much as I’d like to ask you to fight him over this, I also know it’d be pointless if you did.
And I’m not trying to discourage you; I’m only trying to save you the disappointment.
That man is ruthless. It’s the reason he’s on top of the food chain right now. ”
Cignette fidgets with the fabric of my red vest, lost in thought. “I think you’ve said something like this to me before, but at the time, I didn’t believe you.” She sighs. “I always thought he was the reasonable one out of him and Mom, but I guess I was wrong.”
“A person can only hide behind a mask for so long. Their true colors do eventually reveal themselves, and it happens when you’re least expecting it.
All you gotta do, Cigs, is pay attention,” I say, then sit up.
“I’m sorry this happened to you, but I know you’ll get through this, too, just like you have with everything else. It’ll pass, you’ll see.”
“I feel like I waited too long to raise my voice against things. That I’ve sort of made it a habit to rely on you for finding my strength and boldness. My weakness and fears made me appear careless to my uncle, and now I’m paying the price for it.”
“Don’t do that,” I say, making sure she’s looking me in the eye. “Don’t fucking blame yourself or question your past behavior. Whatever you did, you did to survive, and that doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong – helpless against the cards life has dealt you, sure, but strong nonetheless.”
She sucks in a breath, then lets it go slowly before swallowing. Cupping my jaw in a hand, she brings her face close to mine. “Thank you.” She brushes her nose against mine, then kisses me.
My cock throbs as I get a taste of her, and when she closes her lips around mine, I groan. “I’ve got you, Little Swan. Always.”
She kisses me again, and she does it with enough fervor that it drives me wild.
Rocking her hips against me, she moves back a little, and when I moan, she smiles and presses her lips to the side of my neck.
She pushes her teeth into my skin, making me impossibly hard, then runs her tongue over my collarbone.
I tip my head back, and her lips eagerly travel over the indents of my shoulder, then to the base of my throat. I slide my fingers into her hair and close my eyes, because fuck, this is making me all sorts of hot.
Cignette fists the hem of my vest, and is about to lift it, but I cover her hand with mine, stopping her.
She pulls back and looks at me, and I shake my head at her.
“Not here,” I say, and when she lifts a brow at me, I grin. “Take me to your mother’s bedroom.”