He smirks and frowns a clear ‘no’ shaking his head and wagging his finger at me.
“Roxy. Let’s just have some fun today, huh? Let’s not spoil the day with details about stuff like that…”
I frown now, feeling the old hurt coming back, the part where I’d normally start shouting again, but I can’t anymore. I just know Dillon’s got this covered.
Just tell me how though…
“Maybe we can find me some clothes…” he murmurs and I peek down at his naked body again, shaking my head in the negative, wagging my finger at him.
“Now, Dillon. Don’t go ruining my day by talking about putting clothes all over yourself,” I say, trying my best to sound and look as serious as he does half the time.
He shakes with silent laughter and hugs me tight, pulling me over on top of him again.
I can see myself in the mirror, and it shocks me. I never look at myself naked, but for the first time in a long time, I actually look and feel happy so I let it slide.
Maybe I can just be me and be happy.
“Is it too soon?” Dillon asks, and I feel his thickness swelling up onto my mound again as I straddle him, making me gasp.
“It’s never too soon for that!” I say, and he laces his fingers through mine, pulling my face down to his for another kiss.
“I mean is it too soon to tell you I love you?”
I gasp for a second time, but it’s a heartfelt emotional gasp.
It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me and I suddenly feel the gravity of where I’ve landed.
Planet Dillon, and I fucking love it.
“It’s not too soon…” I trail off, trying hard to sound maybe interested, maybe not. Until he tickles me.
“Come on you, out with it!” he growls.
“Alright, alright,” I squeal. “I love you Dillon,” I manage, my voice catching at the end though, my heart feeling like it’ll burst if he doesn’t kiss me again.
And he does. A perfect, deep, long and wet kiss. The kind I like best from him.
The kind I love. Like I love him.
Having him tell me that means more than anything all of a sudden, it makes everything else small, hard to worry about under the shadow and strength of Dillon’s love.
“I love you,” I murmur again, nestling into his chest as I feel him swelling, ready to enter me again, drawing a long purr from me. The new sound he makes over mine lets me know I really am his now.
There’s nobody else in my world anymore and I know that I’m the new center of his. Our new world that we have now.
“Just so you know…” start to tell him, stopping only to coo and moan, gasp as he runs his hands over my chest while I feel him sliding inside me again.
“Any time I ask too many questions… look sad… or… get angry…”
“Yeah?” he gasps.
“Just do this to me, kay?” I moan, and his growl tells me everything as his body tenses and flexes into another round I’m sure to lose myself in with my fighter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dillon
They say it’s the worst thing for a fighter, to have sex before a fight.
Just as well I plan to get out of fighting and into full time lovemaking with my woman then. Not that I’ve ever had sex before a fight.
My fights and my work, they’ve been my life until now so I feel it’s long overdue to change all that.
I need to make some calls to make sure everything’s on track, but I don’t want to start it all over again, worrying Roxy.
I’ll see how the day pans out, which is diminishing rapidly at this rate if we decide to stay in bed.
“Can we stay in bed all day?” Roxy asks me, as if she’s reading my mind.
I laugh but then sigh a little internally.
As much as I’d love to, I really can’t. The whole thing is that anything to do with the mob is that you always run on their clock, which is fueled by their own agenda.
Their own bullshit in the case of Mario Marconi.
I can’t leave him hanging if I’m to make my plan work.
Our plan.
“I have to…” I start to say, but she puts her finger over my lips, then her own to silence me.
“I know,” she finally says, “I was just hoping we could have a day of just this… just us.”
“We will,” I say honestly, “I promise, Roxy. We will. After tonight, you’ll see… And before you even have to think it again, your dad’s fine.”
Hearing myself say it out loud doesn’t sound as convincing as I think it should.
Do I have doubts? Do I have concerns, shit yeah I do.
Marconi is no fool. He’s a bad man but he’s no moron. I need to tread carefully if I expect to double him over twice in two days and live to tell the tale.
That’s where Jake comes in.
Jake and the Killers. The latest motorcycle gang to have a fresh affiliation with Russian mobsters on the other side of the bridge.
I know it, but Marconi doesn’t. Not yet.
It’s the best time to switch sides by getting out altogether, keeping Jake and his Russian friends friendly towards me.
I’m going to need their help to make what I have planned work a hundred percent. After the fight.
The fight. It would be easy any other day, to throw a fight one way or the other, but that was before I had so much riding on it all.
That was before Roxy became my woman. I have her to protect now too, not just myself.
I have our whole life together, our future family to consider.
I’ll make it work, I know I can even if I’m not a hundred percent sure right this minute.
“What are you thinking?” Roxy asks, tracing the furrowed lines I can feel on my brow with her fingertips.
“Only how fucking beautiful you are,” I say, which is true.
