“I swear to god, you look like a fifties pin-up model who tripped into the seventies,” marvels Bones.“How has no one tied you down yet?”
I bite my lower lip and then smile.“Thank you,” I say.I always find itsohard to accept compliments, but I know better than to self-deprecate or brush them off.The first makes the situation awkward for everyone involved and the second is downright rude.“I love the fashion of both those decades,” I admit.“One is so elegant but bold, while the other is colorful and carefree.I couldn’t choose between them, so, I guess I ended up blending them somewhere along the way!”
“But do you have sunglasses to match that outfit?”Bones asks, cocking a manicured brow before wiggling her way into a pair of dark jeans and a fresh black tank.
The way she wiggles has me getting hot under the collar again and I mentally smack myself in the face.How am I going to simply exist if being around Bones evokes such dangerous levels of arousal?I’ll have to find a way, because I don’t need another taste to know that my Latina queen is addictive—like a drug in human form.
Maybe we should just fuck all night?With any luck, it might get this insane horniness out of my system!Not that I’m truly complaining...I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to have an attentive and caring partner who concerns themselves with how I feel and what I enjoy.Luka was a complete ass when it came to our sex life.Once he got off, it was over.His pleasure was all he ever cared about.
“Babe?”
I shake myself from my reverie and smile.“Sorry.”
“You all right?”she asks, leveling me with her gaze.
“Yeah, I’m fine.Better than fine, actually.”Lifting the flap on my satchel, I rummage through my belongings, before fishing out a pair of chunky, cherry-red sunglasses.I slide them on and pose, poking out my tongue while throwing a peace sign like a diva.“That answer enough for you?”I ask as I twirl, the fabric of my matching dress flaring out as I spin.
Bones rolls her eyes, pursing her lips in wry amusement.“You’re just never going to stop surprising me, are you?”
I grin, stand on the tips of my toes, and give her an indulgent and sassy kiss on the cheek.“Almost ready to go?”I ask.
“Almost,” she says, pulling on and zipping up her knee-high riding boots.Shrugging on her leather jacket and then her cuts, she checks her pockets and runs a hand through her long, nearly black hair, tousling her damp waves.“Okay, let’s go, sunshine,” she says when everything’s accounted for, and without hesitation she offers me her hand.She lifts her brows in silent question.
She’s asking me if I’m okay with going public with whatever it is we are.Girlfriends?Fuck buddies?Friends?Partners?She wants to know where I stand, and if she can be physical—openly—or whether she has to play it cool.
I suck in a big breath and smile, taking her hand.Bones’s aloof, yet stoic and powerful presence gives me hope.No more making myself small, I promise myself as the beautiful woman interlaces her fingers with mine.Whether it’s sex induced delirium, love-at-first-sight, or something in the water ...with Bones by my side, I feel like I could take on the fucking world.
Chapter Ten
Bones
Sidling up beside mybrother by one of the spray booths, I take a quick look at the custom designs being worked on.“So, what did you want, turd burglar?”I ask.
Marcus bumps shoulders with me and then throws Sunny a sneaky smile.“It’s Monday, Bones,” he reminds me.
“And?”I say with a roll of my eyes, more than aware it’s Fight Club Night.“What about it?”