Page 26 of Beastly Armory
The firecracker pops out of her car, wearing black jeans so tight they could be painted on. A low-cut tank top hugs her breasts snugly, the nipple bars poking through. Shit kicker boots ride her feet. She sure knows how to make my dick hard.
Climbing out of my seat slowly, I close the door and lean against my window. “Hello, foxy. Nice whip.”
Livia doesn’t stop and storms straight to me, huge tits bouncing with each step. I really hope she doesn’t wallop my legs again. Maybe I should have worn shin guards. Shoving a finger in my face, she yells, “What the fuck, Max? What the fuck are you doing talking to Cal? You don’t talk with him. You don’t talk toanyonein my family, except for me.”
Showing off my white veneers, I cross my arms. “You seem upset.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Only if you’re there watching me.”
She huffs and stands back, speechless, thrusting her hands on her hips. Her lips scrunch up into a cute pucker before she explodes. “Explain yourself!”
Dropping my arms to my sides, I shrug. “I was just asking Cal, you know, the head of the Von Dovish clan, for a meeting with Strauss.” God, I almost laugh at the fury my words cause.
Nostrils flaring wide, she steams with rage. “I. Told. You.Ican get you a meeting with Strauss. My brother wants nothing to do with it.”
“You said you changed your mind and didn’t want to work with me.”
“Well, I just changed it back. I’m allowed.” She lowers her hands from her hips. “Only if I’m still given the thirty-three percent I’m owed.”
“I want some other things in there, too.”
Her golden eyes narrow as she considers me with a toss of her mohawk tail behind her shoulder. “Like what?”
“I want you to write down your contacts for me… And I want to kiss you.”
Her jaw drops open. “What? No.To both.”
A car passes and honks the entire way, frustrated with us taking up the road. All my mind can think about is that time in the alley when I saved her… Been wanting that fucking kiss ever since.
Opening my palms, I tell her, “That’s my requirements. The contacts. And a kiss.”
“I willgo withyouifI give you the contacts.” She eyes me suspiciously, her top lip raised in a snarl before her gaze drops to my mouth. “And absolutely no kiss.”
“You let that random fucker at the club kiss you, but you won’t let me?”
“You’respecial,” she says mockingly.
Before she can react, my hands snag her little waist and tug her into my body so we’re both leaning against the hot metal of my car. Closing in toward her face, her breath catches. My lips rest just a hair away from hers. “I can take it if I want.”
She turns her head slightly. “No,” she whispers. My balls tingle, worried she may try to knee me again, but I take a chance.
Slowly, I lick my bottom lip, wishing it was hers. My tongue almost grazes the pink of her mouth as her body trembles in my arms. She’s so delicate when she’s like this. “Little fox… Please, let me kiss you.” When I speak, some of my saliva mixes into her open mouth.
“No, Max.”
Frustrated, I release her until she stumbles back astep. “It’s back to ‘Max’ now, is it? What happened to ‘lion’?”
She chuckles. “I thought you didn’t like ‘lion’?”
“Maybe I do.” Running a hand through my black hair, I will my dick to calm down. “Okay, Livia. If we need the other guys, you go with me. You can have your third.” Just as she relaxes, I warn her, “And I’ll keep asking for that fucking kiss.”
She tamps down her victorious smile. Huh. I’ve never seen her look so happy. “Okay,” she says like she’s suddenly a shy girl, dancing on her tiptoes.
Sticking her hand out to shake mine, I grab it, then lace our fingers together and pull her in, so her body is pressed against mine. Nuzzling my mouth over her exposed ear, I say, “But pretty soon… I’m going to stopaskingfor it.”
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