Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Lottie pushed up and shoved her face in the other side of his neck.
There was a beat of hesitation before, sounding like she was smiling, his mom said, “Well then, Mo, I can’t wait to meet her. Tell her it won’t be formal. Just a family dinner.”
His mother knew Mag would be a tough nut to crack.
And he was when it came to one of his buds.
Lottie had done it in about five minutes.
But Mo would not tell his girl anything like what his mother told him to say.
She was probably already walking to the hutch to pull out the china.
“I will,” he lied.
“Glad you called, honey.”
“Yeah, Ma. Love you and talk to you later.”
“Love you too, baby boy.”
He grinned, disconnected and tossed his phone to the nightstand so he could wrap both arms around his girl.
“Well, you didn’t fuck around with that,” she said into his neck.
“Nope.”
“How nervous should I be?”
“She’s gonna love you.”
“How nervous should I be, Mo?”
He gave her a squeeze which got him what he wanted. She lifted her head and looked down at him.
“She’s gonna love you, baby,” he said gently.
She studied his face. She did it hard.
When she saw what she needed, she dipped in and kissed him.
Mo rolled her and kissed her back.
They necked for a while.
When they were done, they got up, got dressed and left the room they’d been in for five hours.
There was good soundproofing in his place. They’d heard Mag come in, but that was it. What they didn’t hear was that Mag came back with Boone.
So over Chinese delivery, Lottie got Boone’s version of Test the New Woman.
Mo figured, with Boone, she passed after she successfully shotgunned a beer.
It wasn’t that Boone had lower standards than Mag when it came to Mo.
It was that Lottie was Lottie.
CHAPTER 13
NO SHIT
Lottie
The massive spasm of his big body woke me and nearly sent me flying off his bed.
And then I wasn’t teetering off the edge.
I was in Mo’s arms, those arms so tight around me, I worried he’d snap my ribs.
And I couldn’t breathe.
Just awake after coming out of a deep sleep, which came after a great fuck, unable to breathe, feeling the strength of him for the first time in a way that frightened me, it took me a second to figure out what the fuck was going on.
But I heard Mo’s breathing, felt his skin was hot and clammy, and I figured it out.
“Okay,” I pushed out. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. Right here. You’re home. In bed. With me.”
His arms got tighter.
Was he even awake?
I couldn’t tell in the dark in his bedroom.
I forced my hands under his arms, shoved them up his chest and grasped either side of his neck.
“Mo, honey,” I called.
He rolled into me, giving me all his weight.
All of it.
And his arms hadn’t loosened.
God, he was going to suffocate me.
“Mo, baby.” I squeezed out the words as I squeezed his neck. “Wake up.”
“Awake,” he grunted, putting his weight into his arms at my back, taking some of it from me, at the same time relaxing his hold.
I sucked in a big breath.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Fuck,” he said.
Then he let me go and rolled to his back.
Instantly, I rolled into him, climbing him, my chest to his, the rest of my body falling off his side.
“Dream?” I asked quietly.
“Christ,” he replied.
I gave it time, carefully moving my hand to hold his neck and stroking his throat with my thumb.
When his breath came easier and some of the tension went out of his body, I tried again.
“Was it a dream, honey?”
“Yeah,” he said to the ceiling.
It was the Sunday, the morning of the night I was going to meet his family.
In the ensuing two weeks, I’d met all his buds (and all of them were as awesome as Mag was). I’d hung with all of his buds (and hanging with all of them was as awesome as hanging with Mag was). He’d had dinner with my family. I’d gone back to the club. He’d been put on some surveillance job where, fortunately, he worked nights so he was working when I was working which meant we had most of our time together.
Though the first night I was onstage, Axl, Auggie and Mag were sitting front row to the side.
Not to watch me strip.
To make sure I was good my first night without Mo at my back.
Boone was working some other job.
Vance, Hector and Ren with their women, Jules, Sadie and Ally, as well as my sister, by the way, were sitting at the table next to them.
Eddie was at home with the boys (doing this avoiding having to watch me dance).
Jet, Jules, Sadie and Ally watched me dance.
Vance, Hector and Ren engaged in an apparently deep conversation while I danced.
I was loved.
And it was good to be loved.