Falling Down(112)

"No way. He just meant that you're not going to dip into the narcotics or opiate well."
"Yeah, no thanks. Not my scene."
I nod. "Mine either."
"I think it's amazing how well we get along, Jesse. It's been almost three weeks and you're my best friend."
"That's how it should be, babe. If we can't talk to each other about our bullshit, then there's something wrong."
"Truth. You're still okay with us staying here? We haven't even been looking for houses. I'm so--"
I cut her off with a press of my index finger to her lips.
"Stop. I want you here. The guys want you here. Mrs. Martinez already thinks you hung the moon and stars."
She almost preens when I mention Mrs. Martinez and I want to laugh, but I don't. It's important to her that there's no friction and I understand that need very well.
"I can't believe how much has happened in such a short time."
"Yeah."
She rests her head on my shoulder as she straddles my lap and I run my fingers through her hair. She sighs.
"This is nice."
"Mhmm," I say. My heart is beating a gazillion miles an hour and if she were to move her head just a little she'd hear it and wonder what the hell was wrong with me. Then I'd do something asinine like blurt out the fact that I love her instead of planning something romantic. But do I really want to plan out the way I tell her I love her?
I pull her closer.
"It's still early," Lucy says. "You think your friend could squeeze me in to give me a tattoo?"
"Now?"
She shrugs. "Why not? I've got nothing going on until later when we can all get together and knock out that song."
"I'll give him a call."
She runs her fingers through my now cropped short hair. "I really, really like your hair like this. Reminds me of the bad boy I crushed on."
"Yeah?" I say with a smirk. For some reason I think that's hot.
"Oh yeah," she murmurs seductively against my ear before sucking on the lobe.
"I think the bad boy you crushed on should meet your bad girl in our bed later tonight."
She sits up straight, surprise evident on her face. Then her expression quickly morphs into one of seduction and lust.
"I think that can be arranged."
I put a hand on the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. I can't get enough of her. I slide my tongue against hers and moan at how f*cking good she tastes. There is no taste in the world like Lucy and I never want to be without it.
Someone clears their throat from the doorway. I take my time ending the kiss. Fuckers keep interrupting.
"What's up, Xander?" Lucy asks.
"Not much. Any plans for this afternoon?"
"Lucy wants me to take her to Harley."
His brows raise nearly to his hairline and I chuckle.
"No shit?"
"No shit," she replies.
"What do you want to get?" Xander asks.
"Well, truthfully I'd like about six of them but I want to start with two."
"Two?" I ask.
"Yeah, one is small. I just want to get some butterflies behind my ear."
"That's hot," I tell her and she grins.
"Dude," Xander fist bumps me.
"What's the other one?" I ask her.
"I want to get this floral design along my side."
"How big?" Xander asks.
"From my hip bone to just under my armpit. It spreads a little onto my stomach and back."
"Cool. That might take a couple sessions."
"I'd rather just get it done if he can do it today so I can go back in a week or two and get some of the other ones I want."