Bounty (Page 92)

And finally, I was over his shoulder and he was stalking toward the shower.

Okay then.

We had our morning plan.

Shower.

And condoms.

Lots of them.

I had a feeling I was not going to get any progress done on my house that day.

And I did not give that first fuck.

Chapter Fourteen

Highly-Tuned Revenge Streak

Deke

Deke dumped the five packs of condoms on the counter at the convenience store in town.

He watched the cashier guy’s face turn startled before he slowly lifted his gaze up to Deke’s then turned it to Jussy who was standing close to his side, holding his hand.

The man’s face stayed startled as his eyebrows flew up.

Deke dipped his chin and saw her smiling bright, bold, huge and unashamed right at the guy.

Christ, she was something.

Deke beat back the rush of laughter he was feeling and looked back at the cashier when he heard the beeping of their purchase.

“How’s my face?” Jussy asked and his attention went back to her.

He took in her eye, saw the yellow was gone, almost all the purpling was gone at the side, but there was still some blue under her eye. His gaze dropped and he also saw he’d been right in his assessment the day before. Not even a shadow left at her throat.

They made it through last night.

They’d connected the way they both wanted to connect and it was fucking spectacular.

And that shit at her throat was gone.

A good day.

“Better,” he answered.

“Good enough to go to La-La Land and not freak out Sunny?”

He stared at her, his lips moving. “We are not getting coffee.”

She gave a cute pout. “I need coffee.”

“Then make it after I take you home and fuck you again.” Caught in Jussy’s cute, the words came out of his mouth before it hit him he had an audience so he looked to the cashier and muttered, “Sorry, man.”

The cashier was grinning. “Don’t mind me. Just happy a brother is gettin’ some a’ the good stuff.”

Oh, he was getting some of the good stuff.

Deke looked down to Jussy to see her again beaming at the cashier.

He tugged at her hand and she turned that beam to him.

Yeah, she was something.

“No coffee,” he stated.

“Deke, we also need breakfast,” she told him. “You ate all the pizza last night.”

“Babe, you ate half that pie and I had to fight you for my last slice. That last slice being my slice.”

“Okay, so we ate all the pizza last night and I can’t breakfast on Baby Ruths and Butterfinger Cups and that’s all we have left.” She gave him a sassy smile. “And we’re gonna need sustenance.”

The way she fucked, this was undoubtedly true.

“Right, coffee,” he gave in.

The sass went out of her smile and it got sweet as she turned into him and pressed her tits against his arm.

His cock jerked.

There it was, more indication of how things were going to be changing in a really good way now they both knew where they were at.

And Deke had a shit ton of indications that he’d be able to get beyond the fact she was rich as sin and famous to boot.

Christ, she took him hard last night, came through it and it was her that wanted his cum on her. Her eyes wild and hot, watching him jack off on her, her fingernails leaving red crescents in the skin of his thighs, she liked it so fucking much.

Biker bitches who knew how to live and long since lost any hang ups, drunk women who let the booze slide them to the place they needed to be would give that.

And then there was Jussy, sober as a judge, just drunk on him, and asking for it in a way he knew she’d give him anything he wanted. He could come on her again. She’d ride his face. She’d let him tie her up. She’d take his cock up her ass.

She fucked like she lived.

She wasn’t just open and out there and together in life.

She was open and out there and together with sex. She knew what she wanted, asked for it or just went for it and got off on it.

Made for him, yeah.

Shit, yeah.

Straight up, one hundred percent made for him.

So she wanted coffee?

He’d give it to her.

He’d give her fucking anything.

And not just because he got off on her getting off on him jacking on her.

Because she stood in front of a convenience store cashier with her man, holding his hand and buying fifty condoms and she did it blatantly happy she was soon going to get herself fucked and good, but he knew she was more happy because she was standing right there with him, holding his hand.

His gaze dropped to the bruise under her left eye and he finished what he had to say about their imminent trip to La-La Land, “But you better hang outside until I know Sunny’s not there.”

“She’s always there with Shambles. I should have worn sunglasses,” she muttered.

“That’ll be forty-three dollars,” the cashier said.

Deke dug for his wallet, let her go to pull out the bills, gave them to the guy and took the change and the bag filled with what was going to make a day already really fucking good get a whole lot better.

“Thanks. Later,” Deke muttered, using Jussy’s hand to pull her to the door.

“Later,” Jussy said to the cashier as they moved.

“Have fun you two,” the cashier called to their backs.

“We will!” Jussy assured him as he tugged her out the door.

She was practically skipping at his side while they moved down the sidewalk toward La-La Land.

He looked down at her, feeling his lips curving. “Happy?”