Page 27 of Ghost
“I’m not taking advice from a man still in the doghouse with his woman.”He smirks, just as Lore steps into the living room.“You want advice?Ask that fucker.He can talk his way out of anything.”
Lore grins widely, the smug bastard, and sits down next to me.“Have you sent her flowers?Groveled on your knees?Wrote her a poem filled with yearning?”
War laughs, his shoulders shaking.“It’s Ghost.What do you think he’s done?”
“Brooded or asked for assignments where he gets to kill things?”Lore guesses, and he’s pretty much right on the fucking money.
“Well, I want to eat her pussy to say sorry, but she won’t even let me back into her house,” I mutter, and the two of them laugh again.
Fuckers.
“Think about what she likes and come up with something,” Lore suggests, running his hand over his beard.He pauses, and then adds, “Then eat her pussy.No, devour it.”
War stands up, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.“I’m going to find Ora.”
Lore laughs, stretching out his legs in front of him.“And I’m going to find Atiana.Listen, she’s a good woman, Ghost.But she has high expectations.So make sure you can meet them.”He grins.“And no more blow jobs.”
“Fuck you,” I grit out, leaving the room before I give Xanthe another reason to be pissed at me.
She’d hate it if I bashed Lore’s head in.
He’s right, though, Xanthe does have high expectations.She probably gets them from all those romance novels she reads.
I stop in my tracks, tilting my head to the side.Maybe I should read one of them.
Books.
She likes books.
I can work with that.
I saw that she had a book calledDevil’s Riseon her Kindle, written by X.M.Love.
After downloading the book on my phone, I smirk when I realize the book is about bikers.Filthy, sexy bikers who fuck more than they fight and worship their women like they are gods.
And the sex scenes.
Fuck.
Is this what she likes?Does she want to submit to me like this?The thought makes me hard as a rock.It takes me a few hours, but I read it until the end.The writing is amazing, and the sex is fucking hot.
So hot, I step into the shower and stroke my cock with her name on my lips.
XANTHE
Ghost sent me flowers.
Sunflowers.
They are sitting on my coffee table staring at me.They also came with a note, which reads:
For my one and only.
Can’t wait to get on my knees
and show you how sorry I am.
I’ve avoided talking to him, immature, I know, but now I’m at War and Ora’s wedding, and, of course, he walked in looking sexy as hell in dress pants and a white shirt.He’s still got his cut over his shirt, as the rest of the men do, and we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other all night.
