Caged (Mastered, #4)(109)
“You are wrong about that, because this time next week we’ll both be in LA.” Molly hooked her fingers in the belt loop of his jeans and tugged until their bodies were closer. “But why the bad mood? You expected to be Black Arts MMA showcase fighter?”
“No. Just some stuff Beck said got me to thinking.”
“Maddox’s big announcement got all of us thinking too, that he and Fee are more than trainer and trainee. Not that Fee has ever hinted at anything in that direction.”
“Fee and Maddox? In a relationship and shit? Never gonna happen.”
His declaration seemed to annoy her. “And how are you so cocksure about that?”
“One, because Maddox was married to a Brazilian woman and he’d never put himself through that hell again. Two, Gil.”
“What’s Gil got to do with it?”
“Babe. Think about it.”
“Don’t babe me. And since when are you so perceptive about relationships and shit?”
Such a smart mouth. “Don’t need to be perceptive when I’ve got eyes. Gil and Fee have been dancing around each other longer than we ever did. It’ll come to a head one day—sooner rather than later. And I hope I’m a f*ck of a long way away when that happens.”
“I never thought of that. I’m surprised there isn’t more hanky-panky going down between the instructors and students at Black Arts and ABC.”
Deacon lifted his eyebrows. “Hanky-panky? Is that what we got up to in the training room?”
Molly offered him a sultry smile. “That was too hot to be mere hanky-panky.”
“So define hanky-panky, literal girl.”
“Dry humping on the mats. Oral sex in the stairwells. Hand jobs in the—”
He smashed his mouth to hers, stopping the flow of dirty scenarios. Damn teasing woman knew it’d get him hard.
She laughed against his lips.
“Speaking of hand jobs,” he murmured against her throat. “I haven’t forgotten our game of ‘get off, get gone.’ I know it’s my turn.”
“With as often as you’ve been f*cking me since our reconnection? I don’t see when you would’ve had time.”
“And there’s that dumb ‘twelve-hour no payback’ rule,” he complained.
“That would’ve been a problem for you this week, stud. How you’ve had energy to f*ck me stupid morning and night with as hard as you’ve been training? I thought I might not see you much. But you proved to be a man of many talents and outstanding physical stamina. I’m lucky.” She pecked him on the lips. “And a little sore.”
His concerned eyes met hers. “Have I been too rough?”
“I would tell you, but you haven’t been. You’ve just been insistent, and I’ll never complain about that. I love the way you look at me. I love the way you touch me. I love that you’re obsessed with showing me how you feel about me so I don’t doubt what’s between us. I really love your kinky side, because it unleashes mine.” She slid her hands up his chest. “But we have no choice but to take a break because I bled that last time.”
Guilt and shame punched him in the gut. “I f*cked you hard enough to make you bleed?”
“Don’t look so horrified. I got my period. That’s all.”
Relief rolled through him, followed by utter cluelessness. “So, uh, yeah. Cool.” Cool? Really dumb-ass? You think it’s cool that she’s bleeding out her cooter?
“Deacon. I know you’ve never had a girlfriend, so you haven’t dealt with this before, but it’s not a big deal. Five days and it’ll all be over.”
“Five days?” he repeated. “Seriously?”
“Five days out of every month.”
Holy f*ck.
“Are you worried I’ll turn into a raging bitch?”
“Fuck no.” He locked his eyes onto hers. “But do I need to stockpile chocolate and Kleenex?” He paused when a feeling of panic welled up in his chest. “You ain’t expecting me to go to the store and buy Tampax, Midol, and that feminine-product shit for you, right?”
She briefly closed her eyes. “I swear I’m gonna look on eBay to buy the filter that your mouth is missing.”
“Ha-f*cking-larious.” He got right in her face. “Bottom line: What’s this mean?”
“It means we’ll have to come up with something to do other than f*ck for the next five days.”
“That’s it?”
“Pretty much.”
“Cool.” Deacon smiled. “So you up for hitting the honky-tonk for a little two-steppin’?”
Her brown eyes glittered. “Babe, I don’t even know what the f*ck that means.”
God, he loved this woman. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MOLLY couldn’t believe she’d be in Los Angeles in less than an hour.
Everyone else was cynical about flying, complaining about flight delays and the headaches of travel, but Molly thought it was really freakin’ cool she could hop on a plane in Denver and be in California in two and a half hours.
The days leading up to the last-minute LA trip had been crazy. Amery and Ronin had flown out Thursday morning with Knox, Shiori, and Nuri on Okada’s private plane. Thursday night Katie, Maddox, Fee, Blue, Gil, Sergei, and Ivan had flown on Max Stanislovsky’s private jet. Molly and Presley had joked about being forced to fly “commercial” in lowly first class.