Page 17 of Eat. Prey. Love.
“Shut it, Fitzy. There’s soooo much cool shit we can do in Paris and I cannotwaitto go.” Dolly’s feet finally touch the ground again and she pushes her hair out of her eyes as she glares at our fond expressions. “Don’t patronize me. Now I have something to look forward to besides magical fuckwits and new mean girls.”
Well, when she puts it that way….
Mine
It washard to settle when we got home. The idea of seeing all the amazing things I’ve dreamed up when I was cooped up in Drew Manor while my parents ran around the globe makes all of this worth it.
Okay, not everything, because people have died and I’m being hunted but…
It made the stupid scary ass plane ride worth it, at least. But I was so worked up that even a big dinner and a snuggly pile of boyfriends barely kept me down. I woke up this morning with enough energy to hop all over the damn building and not even get winded. Fitz got assigned to help me wear off some of thejitters, so while they make breakfast, we’re out in the pretty Zen garden in the middle of the open area in the middle of our complex.
“I’ve always wanted to visit exotic places, but Lucille said I’d embarrass them,” I admit as I push into a headstand. “I guess I believed her. Stupid, huh?”
Fitz takes a moment to balance himself facing me before he responds, “Very, Baby Girl.”
“Fitz!” I gasp, trying not to topple as I laugh. “You’re not supposed toagreewith me.”
His face screws up as he focuses, his sexy muscles tightening as he slowly mimics my headstand. His yoga-fu is getting much better and I’m proud of him for really working to catch up. I love that he takes my hobbies seriously without batting a lash. “Why not? You’re right. You used to let that nasty old witch get into your head and fuck you up. That’s one hundred percent true. Now, you’re stronger, smarter, and more confident… so you don’t.”
Well, when he puts it that way…
“You have a really good way of simplifying things, Mr. Khan.” I suck in a deep breath, spreading my legs into an ‘X’ shape. Fitz follows my lead, but his legs aren’t quite as straight so he looks a bit crazy. I smile as he furrows his brows and focuses on making the pose correct. “And you’re really rocking this yoga stuff.”
“Just remember that when anyone says I’m a psycho beefcake,” he crows as he follows along when we switch to a different leg position. “Fitzgerald Khan is a shining example of transcending toxic masculinity… and I look hot as fuck doing it.”
I almost topple over as I giggle, having to tighten every muscle in my core to prevent a domino effect. “I’ll keep that in mind if someone dares to question your ally status, baby.”
“So what has you hyper besides the tourist shit? That’s cool as hell, but it’s not enough for Felix to assign you to me for ‘calmdown’ time.” Bobbing his brows, Fitz licks his lips lasciviously. “Which we’ll get to once we’ve stretched out properly.”
Rolling my eyes, I give him alook. “That is not why we’re doing yoga, buddy. Keep it in your sweats for now.”
He pouts. “Fine, but I still want to know your answer.”
“Cori and Rufus and all of them arrive later today—as long as everything stays on track. Plus, even if we’re super behind and I’m stressing a bit, the art facilities here are even better than at Apex. If the teachers are, too, then I’ll have a lot of opportunities to learn.” I lower my legs, slowly moving out of the head stand so I don’t tumble to the ground.
Instead of doing the same, Fitz tucks his chin and does a rough somersault grinning as he lays flat on his back. “Those are pretty good reasons, Baby Girl. And I like seeing you look so happy.”
I crawl over to him, lifting a leg to straddle his waist. “There’s too much bad shit going down constantly to let it ruin everything. And you… plus the others… and my friends… all make me happy.”
Fitz gives me a pleased grin as his hands fall to grip my hips. “That’s what I like to hear. Happy and satisfied is what we aim for.”
“Mmmm. I feel that,” I reply as I grind down on him. His dick is obviously in full agreement because it’s hard as steel, poking into my thin yoga pants eagerly. “Do you plan to show me?”
“As a matter of fact,” he growls before flipping us in a lightning fast move that puts me beneath him. “I do.”
His hands come up to pin mine and his hips complete the domination as I look up at the crazy tiger with sparkling eyes. “Oooh. It’s Cave-Fitzy. I’m at your mercy, baby.”
That gets a dark snarl from him as he lowers his head to my neck. He sniffs along my shoulder for a moment and his body tenses ashe inhales. This is the drive to mate from his tiger; I know enough from my talks with Coach Z to recognize it. Baring my throat and closing my eyes, I capitulate, letting his animal have the satisfaction of complete control. I don’t do this often, but until I make the decision to go all the way with mating, it helps the inner beasts in my men to give them this occasionally.
Zhenga told me it would prevent ‘accidents’ and she’s been right so far.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Fitz mumbles before he nips the juncture of my shoulder with blunt teeth. “I feel it, Baby Girl.”
My hand comes up to cup the back of his head as he nibbles firmly over my skin. It makes me tingle from head to toe and my thighs frame his hips, pressing against them when they thrust. “Just thinking about how much I love you,” I groan softly.
He pauses, lifting his head to beam at me with the gold of his tiger shining in his eyes. “I love you, too, Dolly Drew. I’ll follow you into Hell and back with a wink and a smile.”
The declaration hits me in the gut hard and I tug his mouth to mine, kissing him hard. From the moment I met Fitz Khan, he’s treated me better than anyone has in my entire life. Anyone who didn’t see the heart in this man is a fucking fool.