ain’t good, brother.” I fucking knew that without his ass saying it. I was about to tell him this when Elle snapped her fingers at us.
“Yo! I’m right here. You can address me or not speak of me at all.”
A smile spread across my face and I held back tears. It had been a while since I'd seen the street smart, hardcore, take no prisoners Elle that I loved. As much as I didn't want to believe José, she had seemed broken the last time I saw her. The minute she snapped her fingers to show her disapproval for what was going on, I wanted to cry knowing she wasn't broken, merely dented. My Elle was incapable of being broken. She was a survivor, a warrior.
Dig found it funny t oo and laughed, further irritating Elle. “Yep. Definitely old lady material.”
I laughed at his comment because it was true in a bittersweet way. She would have been perfect old lady material in Ratchet's MM.
Maybe sensing Elle could blow at any moment, he held his hand out to her. “Dig. Nice to meet ya.”
She just started at his hand, refusing to shake it. “Dig, is it?” She gave him a head nod. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Dig put his hand down, obviously realizing she had no intention of shaking it, though his grin stayed a mile wide. “I’ll let J do that.” He turned to me and announced, “Lemme know when you’re ready, brother. Tomorrow's fine.” He winked and walked out the door.
I'm pretty sure Elle was ready to start screaming, but I had plans to make her scream in another way. Her questions would have to wait, as would her annoyance. I looked at her with what I'm sure was lust filled eyes. She reciprocated the look as I moved towards her, locking the door and dropping her purse. I pulled her against my body, claiming it with my lips and frantically removing her clothes. She went from angry to horny in a second flat. I tore my shirt off and she dropped to her knees, licking my chest and pulling my pants off me. I was in heaven. Her tongue felt like angel wings fluttering across my skin. I was in the carwash again, the outside world ceasing to exist. She was about to take my boxers, my last article of clothing, off when I looked up and saw the token around her neck.
It stopped me dead in my tracks. She kept it, and what's more, was wearing it? I wrapped my hand around it and told her to stop.
"Are you sure?" I had to know she was in as deep as I was.
"About?"
"This." I said it and knew she understood me. Was she sure she wanted to be with a monster? Did she love me? She'd said it before, but I needed to be sure she meant it. I needed to know I had her light, something I was no longer capable of living without. That necklace was more than a piece of jewelry. It was a memory of our first date, the first time I realized how easy it was being with her, the day I fell irrevocably in love with her.
Instead of answering she finished removing our clothes in silence until I was naked and she wore only the necklace. "Yes," she whispered, putting her hand over mine clutching her necklace, and using her other hand to bring mine between her legs. She was soaked with want and need—and it was for me.
She crawled up my body, and I held her body against mine, savoring her heat.
"I need to hear it. I need to know this is us , and that you aren't going anywhere." I paused, feeling the sudden urge to pour my heart out to her. Before I did so, I had to be sure we were in the same place, that she was in the carwash with me and would stay there—forever. "I need words, baby. Please, words. Tell me this is us , forever."
I felt her heart speed up against me and her eyes filled with fear. I was asking her to voice her feelings, to make herself vulnerable to me. I had ever y intention of reciprocating, but I had to hear her say it.
"Take a breath, dear," I told her.
She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and exhaled slowly.
"Better?" I asked when I felt her breathing even out. Her heart continued to hammer, but so was
“Yo! I’m right here. You can address me or not speak of me at all.”
A smile spread across my face and I held back tears. It had been a while since I'd seen the street smart, hardcore, take no prisoners Elle that I loved. As much as I didn't want to believe José, she had seemed broken the last time I saw her. The minute she snapped her fingers to show her disapproval for what was going on, I wanted to cry knowing she wasn't broken, merely dented. My Elle was incapable of being broken. She was a survivor, a warrior.
Dig found it funny t oo and laughed, further irritating Elle. “Yep. Definitely old lady material.”
I laughed at his comment because it was true in a bittersweet way. She would have been perfect old lady material in Ratchet's MM.
Maybe sensing Elle could blow at any moment, he held his hand out to her. “Dig. Nice to meet ya.”
She just started at his hand, refusing to shake it. “Dig, is it?” She gave him a head nod. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Dig put his hand down, obviously realizing she had no intention of shaking it, though his grin stayed a mile wide. “I’ll let J do that.” He turned to me and announced, “Lemme know when you’re ready, brother. Tomorrow's fine.” He winked and walked out the door.
I'm pretty sure Elle was ready to start screaming, but I had plans to make her scream in another way. Her questions would have to wait, as would her annoyance. I looked at her with what I'm sure was lust filled eyes. She reciprocated the look as I moved towards her, locking the door and dropping her purse. I pulled her against my body, claiming it with my lips and frantically removing her clothes. She went from angry to horny in a second flat. I tore my shirt off and she dropped to her knees, licking my chest and pulling my pants off me. I was in heaven. Her tongue felt like angel wings fluttering across my skin. I was in the carwash again, the outside world ceasing to exist. She was about to take my boxers, my last article of clothing, off when I looked up and saw the token around her neck.
It stopped me dead in my tracks. She kept it, and what's more, was wearing it? I wrapped my hand around it and told her to stop.
"Are you sure?" I had to know she was in as deep as I was.
"About?"
"This." I said it and knew she understood me. Was she sure she wanted to be with a monster? Did she love me? She'd said it before, but I needed to be sure she meant it. I needed to know I had her light, something I was no longer capable of living without. That necklace was more than a piece of jewelry. It was a memory of our first date, the first time I realized how easy it was being with her, the day I fell irrevocably in love with her.
Instead of answering she finished removing our clothes in silence until I was naked and she wore only the necklace. "Yes," she whispered, putting her hand over mine clutching her necklace, and using her other hand to bring mine between her legs. She was soaked with want and need—and it was for me.
She crawled up my body, and I held her body against mine, savoring her heat.
"I need to hear it. I need to know this is us , and that you aren't going anywhere." I paused, feeling the sudden urge to pour my heart out to her. Before I did so, I had to be sure we were in the same place, that she was in the carwash with me and would stay there—forever. "I need words, baby. Please, words. Tell me this is us , forever."
I felt her heart speed up against me and her eyes filled with fear. I was asking her to voice her feelings, to make herself vulnerable to me. I had ever y intention of reciprocating, but I had to hear her say it.
"Take a breath, dear," I told her.
She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and exhaled slowly.
"Better?" I asked when I felt her breathing even out. Her heart continued to hammer, but so was