Page 58 of The Originals

“Good ones. Make us a lot of money.” He paused. “We could move out of the apartment and maybe get a house.”

Grain had been looking in Lawry, knowing Regina needed to be close to work. The houses were out of their price range for now. But if they got more jobs through the Underground, he and Regina could be moving in another year or two.

Regina took the cigarette from his hand and took a drag. She glanced around the room, biting her lip. Grain rested his hand on her knee, gaining her attention.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You going to jail.”

Fuck!

“I ain’t going to jail.”

“You don’t know that! You could…”

“I do fucking know, Gee,” he snapped. “We do shit smart. We don’t fucking get caught. Ain’t been a problem in the past, and it won’t be one now.”

Grain saw the concern in her eyes.

“What do they deal in?” she asked.

Grain grabbed the cigarette from her hand and tossed it in the ashtray. “A lot of shit.”

“Like what?”

Again, more details he couldn’t give her. She could push all she wanted, but Grain wouldn’t cave on this. Not when it meant her safety. On the chance they did get caught, she’d have nothing to give the cops. And without information, she couldn’t be linked to their illegal endeavors.

“Let’s fuck again,” Grain said, and she immediately scowled, but he saw her lips twitch.

She knew what he was doing by purposely changing the subject. But she seemed to accept it. Grain had no doubt she’d bring it up again, but for now it was over.

He pushed up from the bed, wrapped his arm around her waist, and laid back down, taking her with him.

She fell over his chest. He slid his hand over her ass and hooked it under her thighs, forcing her to straddle his lap. In another few minutes, he’d be ready to go again. It didn’t take much with Regina.

“Don’t forget about Tuesday.”

He furrowed his brows as she leaned across his arm. Just the small shift in her body had his dick getting hard once again. He slid his hands over her ass, swiveling his hips for direct contact with her pussy. The last thing he was thinking about was Tuesday.Who gives a fuck about Tuesday?

Regina moved over his chest, pressed her hands against his pecs, and pushed herself up. She was sitting over him, and all he could concentrate on were her breasts. He shifted up, wanting to get a taste, but she pushed at his shoulders.

“Tuesday?” She raised her brows, waiting on him.

Fuck me. And fuck Tuesday.Grain had no idea what she was talking about, but if he had to guess, they’d discussed it before.He just might not have been paying attention. That was the last thing he’d admit to Regina, especially with her naked in his bed.

“Yeah, Tuesday.”

She squinted, and the corner of her mouth curled. “You promised me Tuesday night, Wednesday, and Thursday.”

He grasped her ass trying to maneuver inside her, but she sat firm and wouldn’t budge. Grain sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know, Gee. Tuesday.”

When he tried again to shift his hips and slide inside her, she dug her nails into his skin.

“Christ, woman!” He glanced down at his chest. Her nails were sharp as knives.

“And Wednesday and Thursday.”

Grain grunted, squeezing her ass. “Yeah, fucking Wednesday and Thursday. Now stop busting my balls and get on my dick.”