Page 147 of Hale Damage
“And?”
“And I really love tacos and margaritas,” she taunts, and I narrow my eyes.
“Better than my cock?” I ask, sliding my hand down to cup one firm ass cheek.
“Are you fishing for a compliment, Mr. Hale?”
Before she knows what’s happening, I flip her luscious naked bodyuntil she’s on her stomach, and I straddle her thighs with mine. She squeals, but it’s a sound of pure delight.
“Tell me my dick is better than tacos.”
“Never!” she cries out, giggling into the mattress. “It’s blasphemy.”
I spank her ass. “Say it, woman.”
Her body shakes with laughter, and I’m grinning like a goddamn idiot. “Tacos rule. Boys drool,” she announces defiantly.
I swat her other round globe, and my dick hardens against her soft flesh at the sight of the gentle jiggle. Bending down, I gobble at her side with loud munching noises.
“Say it.” She squirms, but I hold her down with a firm forearm braced on her upper back and continue tickling her with my mouth. “Say Remi’s astounding cock is superior to tacos.”
She giggles, still trying to get away. “Remi’s cock is indeed astounding…” I wait, pausing my torture until she says, “But it doesn’t have guacamole and cheese.”
A screech emits from her as I redouble my efforts, giving her a little bite, and our bodies writhe against each other on the soft sheets. My erection grows longer and harder as she flounders.
Finally, I back off and straighten, giving my cock a couple firm tugs while my other hand soothes the red handprint blooming so prettily on her skin. “I’m about to teach you some manners, Ms. Espinoza.”
Mindy swipes hair from her face and peers at me over her shoulders. “I look forward to your lesson, sir. Would you like my ass in the air for you?”
Goddamn.
I open my mouth to speak when my phone plays the theme song fromThe Big Bang Theory.We both glance at the nightstand. That’s Helix’s custom ringtone.
Mindy grabs it from the charger and rolls beneath me, her eyes wide. “It’s late. You have to answer.”
She’s right. My brother wouldn’t call at this hour if it weren’t important. I quickly swipe to answer with a sharp, “Helix, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Nicolette.” The break in his voice almost halts my heartbeat until he adds, “But she’s okay, and the baby is okay.”
I unstraddle Mindy and seat myself on the edge of the bed, massaging my forehead. She immediately sits behind me, wrapping her arms around me and resting her cheek on my back. Her warmth soothes me from the inside out, and I drop my hand to grasp hers, so damn grateful to have her.
“Tell me what happened.”
“She passed out at home. She wasn’t hurt because I caught her, and she came around quickly, so I drove her to the hospital.”
I breathe out a tiny bit of relief. “I’ll call the pilot and see if we can fly out tonight.”
“No, no,” he protests. “I promise she and baby Nicholas are okay. At the ER, I insisted they call her obstetrician, and luckily the doc was already in the hospital and was able to come directly over. She said Nic’s blood pressure was low due to the blood vessels expanding to support the pregnancy.”
Then he rattles off some facts about hormones that only a biochemist or medical doctor could understand, and I nod like I know what the hell he’s talking about.
“So what’s the treatment plan?”
“Hydration, eating more often, even if it’s just small snacks, and increasing her salt intake.”
Then I hear my sister-in-law’s voice. “I’m fine, and I’m going back to work on Monday.”
“Baby,” Helix says, his voice cajoling.
