CHAPTER593
“Don’t do that… You never caused it and I think he probably would have still tried if he got me alone, even if you were there. He’s scum, you’re right.” I reach up and smooth the frown of his brow softly to try and shift the look on his face.
“I would have broken his bones if he had done that near me.” That hint of fierce is still there in his eye and it makes me smile, lifting my mood.
“I don’t recommend that action today though. Even if it would make you feel better.” I giggle when he breaks into a grin too.
“Yeah, don’t think it won’t be going through my mind though. Maybe it’s better you’re not with me. I think all it would take is him looking your way and I would snap. I want to do this in a way that I don’t get arrested and yet that fucker knows to never come near you again.”
“You don’t owe me this, but I’m grateful. I still think I should be there, but you’re right. I know you too. You would probably keep your cool more if I wasn’t in that room with you. I would make you more protective and more likely to beat him with his own chair.”
“That sounds pretty accurate.” He smirks and leans in to kiss me on the forehead. Straying a moment and I know he’s checking to see how hot I am.
So transparent.
“I’ll be fine. I won’t get up till your home. I swear.” I motion with a cross over my heart and try for a weak smile. Arrick regards me with a pleased expression.
“I’m glad I don’t have to tie you to the bed.” That glint in his eye even though he’s not trying to be saucy makes me giggle.
“You’ve done that a few times and if I recall, we kinda liked it. I prefer when it’s you that’s tied up though.” I nudge him suggestively.
“Maybe when you’re feeling better, we can revisit some tying to the bed.” He winks this time and swoops in for a goodbye kiss on the mouth, despite the fact I threw up. I grimace and shove his face away with a look that says, ‘you’re disgusting’ and wipe my lipstick from his mouth.
“Hmmm. I get to do it first. Bagsies.” I poke him in the face making my claim and he eyerolls at my juvenile marker card.
“Whatever makes you happy, just take it easy on how tight you sling me up. I lost all feeling in my wrists and feet last time; you can be savage sometimes.” He’s up on his feet now, smoothing down his suit and it doesn’t look wrinkled at all. In fact, it looks like it’s crisper than when he laid down.
The un-wrinkable boyfriend.
“Man up, you like it rough, or so you say and then all you do is moan like a little bitch.” I point out, rolling to my side to get comfy and checking to see how sick I still feel now that laying down has taken all the dizzy away. Arrick continues fussing over his appearance and sorts himself out while I eye him up appreciatively.
“I do like it rough, but I also like to still use my limbs after.”
“So you should say, Baby, I like it rough as long as you are still a little gentle with me.”
“If gentle still involves your cat like aggression then sure, I like it rough as long as it results in no permanent serious injury.” He turns to wink at me before scooping up his cell and sliding it into his inner pocket with a smug smile.
“Wuss; go to my school, you have a man to go beat down.” I lift a hand up in the air to motion him back to me and he follows obediently, taking my hand and following it back down to kiss me on the forehead once more.
“Will you beat me down when I get back?” He pauses with a smile over his face and I can’t help the little giggle that escapes me. I know he’s only semi joking and the thought of some kinky Arrick time is raising my temperature in a good way.
“If you’re into that… Maybe. Depends on how much you annoy me when you get back.”
“A whole lot.” The response is fully serious this time, a hint of naughty and a lot of promise.
“You’re so weird.” I shove away his face when he angles for another kiss and cover my mouth to wave him away. I don’t want to get all tongue and lip when I can still taste the leftovers of my breakfast.
“I know, but you love me anyway and it gives you a great outlet for all that fiery Sophie rage.”
I watch him move off and start pondering the fact that we do seem to like getting a bit wild sometimes. That inner doubt that sometimes creeps up that maybe I am not normal. That my past colored my sexual appetite and he plays along.
“Are we weird? Unhealthy weird and plain… Strange?” I ask warily, a peek of good old insecurity popping up.
“Why? Because sometimes we like some kinky and some rough? No. I think we’re very healthy and normal, and our sex life is probably a lot more adventurous than most.” He throws back that sexy smile, the one with the dimples, but it doesn’t ease my doubts.
“It doesn’t make you think I’m a freak?”"
