Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
She grinned. “Well, if Mama is like that, then yeah. I guess I am like her.”
I kissed her again, relishing the ability to do so. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. You need something for pain and some rest.”
She touched the bruised side of her face and winced. “Yeah. I hadn’t realized how much it was starting to throb.”
“Yeah. I didn’t intend to fuck you tonight. But I won’t lie and say I’m sorry I did.”
“You better not,” she groused. “‘Cause it was fuckin’ fabulous.”
Chapter Eleven
Rocket
After a conversation with Bullet and assessing her pain level, Lemon opted for the spiked fruit punch. I believe her exact words were something along the lines of, “If I’m gonna be buzzed, it might as well be from something that would make Dani cringe. Pot-laced fruit punch it is.” I think even Bullet’s lips twitched at that one.
He gave her some ibuprofen as well, telling her the fruit punch would take a while to kick in and she needed some relief sooner rather than later. So we sat on the couch and watched a movie while she held an ice pack to her face. Until she started giggling.
“Feelin’ it?”
“If by ‘it’ you mean, everything is soft, fuzzy, and more than a little funny, then yeah. I’m feelin’ it.”
She turned where she’d cuddled up against me and tilted her head up for a kiss. Who was I to deny her? And yeah. The pot made her horny.
I did what I’d intended to do when I ended up railing her ass from behind. I took her to bed and worshiped her body for the rest of the night. At first, she was stoned as fuck, but more than receptive to me eating her out. Since we hadn’t talked about me taking her when she was under the influence, I didn’t fuck her until nearly sunrise when the effects of her drink started to wane. And after she’d begged me, more than a few times. It made the grand finale that much sweeter.
I let her sleep until midday, sometimes cuddling her close, sometimes just watching over her. When Bullet came to check on her, it finally dawned on me how much she’d needed the sleep.
“Glad to see she’s resting,” Bullet said as he set two more bottles of the fruit punch in the mini fridge I kept in my room. “She should drink some of that each night until it’s all gone. Let her sleep as long as she can. You talk to her about lettin’ someone else deal with the assholes in the dungeon?”
“Not yet. I will when she wakes up.” I had intended on doing it the night before, but of all the things going on in her head, those pukes were the last thing I wanted to bring up.
“Good. That was only my suggestion, Rocket. She’s a kid compared to us, but she’s stronger than most kids her age. She might be able to take it no problem, but I still think she needs a break.”
“She does, and I’ll make sure she gets it.”
Bullet nodded once, then left the room. I shut the door behind him before turning back to see Lemon stretching languidly in bed.
I crossed back to her and sat on the edge, reaching out to sift my fingers through her hair. “How you feelin’?”
“I have to pee.”
I barked out a laugh. “Yeah. I hear ya. Come on.” I held out my hand for her and she took it. I helped her to her feet and let her hold on to me until she got her balance.
“Whoa,” she said with a little shake of her head.
“Hungover?”
“Not sure. I don’t hurt anywhere or feel sick or anything.”
I grinned. “Little woozy.”
“Yep. High as a giraffe’s pussy. My legs don’t wanna work.”
She pouted prettily. Probably didn’t mean to, but I thought it was adorable. My woman was a warrior through and through, but she was still my little sourpuss. She was also funny as shit. High as a giraffe’s pussy. Who the fuck comes up with this shit? “Yeah. I can see that.” When I chuckled, I expected her to frown up at me, accusing me of laughing at her, but she just giggled. Actually fucking giggled.
“Pot is fun.”
“I’ll make a note.”
I helped her to the bathroom, but she didn’t want to go back to bed. “I need to go to the dungeon to see about my boys.” She had an almost gleeful look on her face.
“Yeah. Not happening, baby.”
She glanced at me sharply. “Why the fuck not?”
“You’ve had enough of that for a while.” I stuck a finger in her face like she was a naughty child. “No more torture. Bad Lemon.”
She snorted. “You sound like Wylde. He never means it, and you don’t either.”
“I do in this instance. Next time there’s someone to take apart, we’ll talk about it.”