I took time to decide how the book was going to end thats why the updates were late in case I needed to come back and change anything. Im dropping a character list next, and then the long awaited LoveSong!
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My nipples pricked in the cool air, snow hadn't fallen and yet it was still just too damn cold. Jamie took to lifting me again when I slipped on an awry piece of ice one of the men trekked into the building and I haven't lived it down all day. He watches me like a hawk, I'm not allowed out of his sight, and should we move to another room, god forbid, I'm right back on his shoulder.
How was I supposed to keep all my boyfriends happy when my husband was being stingy like this?
From my vantage point I saw in the distance a squirrelly little girl with bouncing dark hair and too pale skin, her straight and narrow nose tipped up and her bowed lips parted on nasty words no doubt. Her brown eyes narrowed to slits when Rebecca saw me on Jamie's shoulder and it took everything that I was not to flip her off right in front of everyone.
I was still angry with Jamie behind closed doors but in public I pretended otherwise, doting on him just the same as before I received that shitty news in that shitty way. I gave her a little smirk and looked away like she was beneath me, that was the only thing I could get away with for now.
Jamie dropped me off in front of Landon and Bon with some quick excuse and asked them to watch me. Once he was out of eyesight I slid into Landon's waiting embrace and drew attention to my cleavage by pretending to wipe something from my chest. Bon all but drooled and I looked away as if nothing happened.
"The weather is getting so cold, and from what I hear it's only getting colder." I said absentmindedly, trying to pry more information from him than Tate would offer up even when my stiletto dug into his balls. "How much longer are we going to be here?" I said suggestively towards Bon to throw them off the scent.
"We'll be here another month, through new years." Landon answered eyeing me kindly. "Why is there something you want to do?"
I tilted my head softly and denied it even though I never tore my eyes away from Bon. "No one in particular."
"I see." He mused with a quieter voice.
"We plan on asking Jamie for another night before preparations." Bon pressed a cigarette to his lips. "What do you think he'll say?"
Landon looked at him as if he grew another head, surprise and something else flitted across his features before he fixed his face. "You never do the same woman twice, no?"
He sucked his tongue slowly, "people change all the time."
Landon raised his brows but said nothing else, and I didn't miss the way Bon's fingers sought out mine.
*
"What the fuck did you do?" Roman called incredulous, storming into the room and getting a little too close to my face for comfort. I withdrew my tongue from Ethan's mouth but didn't turn to look at him, or stop kissing for that matter. "Opal."
"What are you talking about?" I said between our lips and Ethan was the one to pull away, out of respect no doubt, but to my disappointment. I sucked my teeth and ran my fingertips along his length instead, he couldn't have sex yet but I was gunning for him the second he was cleared.
"Garret's family wants another night with you." He stated evenly, drawing everyone's attention. The room went silent and I shrugged.
"So?"
"So, I'll ask again, bird. What did you do while you were there?"
"Well," I sighed thoughtfully and fisted Ethan's cock, drawing my hand up and down along his length and felt him grow hard beneath my touch. He made pretty noises but remained still, his hand caressing my back and the roundness of my ass as I spoke. "If you must know, we had conversation, some drinks, lots of sex, and then I went home."
"Opal, they have never in their career been with the same woman twice." He enunciated each important word as if I was a stupid little child needing explaining to. "Your loudmouth, grating, disobedient ass goes in there, comes out with nothing more than hickeys, and a request to have you again, and you tell me you're not sure why?"
I took a dramatic deep breath and pressed my thumb to Ethan's tip eliciting a shiver and a few choice curse words. "Roman, you put an experienced older woman with big tits and a fat ass in front of eleven, maybe-twenty-year-olds and you think they left unscathed? Let me get specific for you, since you're oh so curious, baby boy. I sucked them off the way Tate likes, I kissed them the way Stelle likes, I arched for them the way you like, I touched them how I like, and I fucked them how Jamie likes, and I talked to them however I wanted to. I had half of them coming in their pants before they even touched me and the other half hard before I was even naked."
He grunted and rubbed his eyes clearly turned on himself. "Opal..."
"It really did take all those boys to get Bon off of me," I murmured as Ethan came into my hand and looked for all the world like he wanted to do more than bend me over. "But that might have something to do with... Oh, what am I saying? You don't like long stories, do you Roman? I'm sorry for wasting your time."
He flared his nostrils as I licked the cum from my fingers from anger, or maybe something more sinister, and he got to his feet. "Cute. That's real cute."
"Thanks, I learned that from you as well." I giggled.
He hummed humorless laughter and stalked away. "Stelle."
And like a good girl she got in her knees.
*
The girls gathered in the bathroom and I sat on a stool as Tawny did my hair and Stelle held out curious items of lingerie to me to choose from. One was nothing but straps, not a strip of cloth in sight. Another did have some cloth though it was open in the nipples, ass, and crotch instead.
I furrowed my brow and looked between her and the insane things she owned. "I appreciate you as a friend, I cherish you, I love you."
"Aw, thank you." She giggled and held up her chosen hero, the crotch less body suit.
"I am not wearing that, are you out of your mind." I screamed my laughter and the other girls joined in as she sucked air through her teeth and hit me with the hanger.
"You have no taste." She admonished.
" Perhaps, you're right." I patted her arm lovingly, "I am far too traditional, maybe one day I'll accept the new trends."
"Your generation is nothing but prudes." She said and flicked braids off her shoulder disappearing into the room before coming back with a pile of more acceptable items, ones from my own closet. "You should wear this one," she held up a pretty dress, smooth to the touch and a pretty burnt color. "The tags are still on it."
I held the hem of the dress and tilted my head at it, Tawny made complaints and I righted myself still thinking of this dress. It was one of the first ones Jamie had bought me before he even had me, it wasn't right to wear it for someone else and I said so. I made a mental note of it, though. I'd wear it one day.
*
Til walked bare chested in front of me, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and one arm was loose at one side while his other hand was stuffed into his pocket. I flared my nostrils at that and walked at his side, catching up to him easily with my long strides.
"Can I ask you something?" I said once the halls were empty. At this time of night all the men were in their beds with a woman heating their sides.
He shrugged and wiped pale hair from his elven face, his soft eyes met mine briefly and he looked away just as quickly. "If you see me as the type to care about anything really, you don't know me at all."
My heels clicking against the ground was the only sound aside from his deep inhales of a cigarette. "You're right, I don't know you very well at all." I admitted clasping his arm and tugging him lightly to make him stop for a moment.
He acquiesced, shoulders falling against the wall lazily and his arm came around my waist pulling me closer to him. He blew the smoke across my face and ashed on my shoulder. It was all too intimate and yet, felt like nothing at all. His stern and strict features didn't match his personality, I had no idea what to expect from him. I shifted beneath his consuming gaze and yet found myself leaning in all the same.
"Are you going to ask me if I like you?" He spoke lowly, and yet it echoed, rattled in my bones.
"No." I answered. "I was going to ask what Catherine means to you."
His brows pulled momentarily, like the question was something he never expected in a million years. "Cath is a girl I keep around because I'm bored and she's easy." He dragged his cig again but this time he didn't ash it on me. "It's like taking candy from a baby, that's the best way to sum up our relationship."
"So you're aware she has feelings for you?"
"We've been in each other's company longer than even Roman had Stelle, before I was a mercenary, before I was an Executioner." He flicked it out and again blew the smoke in my face. He tipped my chin, looking me over as if seeing me for the first time. "You're prettier up close." He told me and dropped his hand.
"You don't like her?"
"We get along well enough." He said with finality. "She might have chosen to be mine but I am not hers, I made that clear from the moment I met her, whether she chose to fall in love with me or not is not on my conscious. I take no blame."
I noticed he moved his head like a snake as he spoke, it was so subtle I didn't catch it at first. But once seen, it could not be unseen. Like a form of hypnosis, and he rarely blinked, another reason I believed it. "Yet, you drag her along anyways."
