Rock Chick 08 Revolution (19 page)

Quickly.

I landed on the bed.

Ren landed on me.

His mouth went to my neck and his
fingers went to my zipper.

My lips went to his ear. “What
about anticipation?”

He didn’t answer.

He pulled down the zip.

No, I wasn’t right. He
did
answer.
That
was his answer.

And I liked his answer.

Jeez. This sharing stuff was easy.

Or, at least, Ren made it be easy.

I hooked a leg around his thigh and
slid my hands inside his jacket.

We’d never know if we gave it a
couple of hours if the anticipation would have made it sweeter.

Then again, with the sweet Ren gave
me, that would be impossible to beat.

Chapter Eleven

Come to Jesus

I slid up, then down, slowly
filling myself with Ren.

Ren’s hands moving over the fabric
of my new peach silk and cream lace nightie, his head back, his eyes moving
over my face, my arms around his shoulders, the fingers of one hand in his
hair, he murmured, “Faster, Ally.”

Riding him with him sitting up and
close, number one of my five most favorite positions to do the nasty with Ren,
I gave him what he wanted.

One of his hands slid down to cup
my ass, the other one slid around my ribs to cup my breast over the silk and
lace.

This was incentive to move even
faster, so I did. I liked it a whole lot, my happy place clenched around Ren
and my head fell back.

Both Ren’s hands gave me a squeeze.
“Unh-unh, give me that,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I knew what he wanted.

He liked to watch.

I tipped my head forward, tried to
focus and caught his even white teeth sinking into his full lower lip.

He liked what he saw.

I did too.

Okay, so I also liked to watch.

So much, I whimpered and moved
faster. Ren wrapped his arm around my hips. It tightened and he started lifting
me and slamming me down on his cock, even faster and way harder. He did this
while the thumb of his other hand dragged across soft silk and hard nipple.

Nice.

At that, I moaned and my head fell
further forward so my forehead was resting on his, my eyes looking into his
heated ones, shivers sliding over the tops of my thighs.

Using my momentum and his strength,
Ren pulled me up and drove me down even faster and way,
way
harder.

Seriously
nice.

“
Ren,
” I breathed.

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

Oh God, it was coming.

“Ren!” I gasped and it hit me.

Powerful.

Mind-boggling.

Soul-enriching.

Amazing.

I tried to grind down, but Ren was
stronger and kept yanking me up and pounding me down as his hand drove into my
hair and held my head to his so he could watch it sear through me.

And it did. My mouth open and a
whisper away from his, my eyes open and locked to his, my breath caught and
stayed that way as I clamped my man tight with everything I had.

A minute later, it was Ren who
ground me down. His hand fisted in my hair and I watched his sear through him.

Okay. Yeah. This together
together
thing was easy.

Sure, we’d always had this part.
But something about having it
and
the
other made it even better.

And it got better when Ren’s
breathing eased and he gently pulled my head back by my hair. I felt his lips
at my throat right before I felt his tongue touch there. Then I felt him guide
my pendant into his mouth with his tongue and the chain tightened around my
neck as he sucked it deeper.

His mouth was working my pendant,
but it felt like it was working every part of me. My thighs tightened on his
hips, my arms around his shoulders. In fact, everything tightened everywhere
(and I mean
everything
) and I
mentally went back on what I said the day before.

Yes, people and memories meant
everything and things meant nothing.

Except that pendant.

That pendant meant the world.

He released it, kissed my chest and
tipped his head back as he moved mine forward to catch my eyes.

“Want breakfast?” he asked and I
grinned.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Then kiss me and get off me,
baby.”

In bed, Ren still inside me, it was
these occasions and only these occasions I always did what I was told.

So I did what I was told.

But the first part of his order, I
gave it my all.

* * * * *

I was sitting on Ren’s kitchen
counter, Ren leaning against the one kitty corner to me.

I’d swallowed the last ketchup
covered tater tot and put my plate in the sink. I was sipping at my coffee when
Ren pushed away from his place, dumped his plate in the sink and moved in front
of me.

He took my cup from my hand and set
it aside. Hands at my knees, he spread them. He moved in and wrapped one arm
around my waist, curving his fingers under me to cup one hand to my ass, and
hauled me a couple inches forward on the counter so my happy place slammed into
his happy place and stayed nestled there perfectly.

He’d never done that before.
Breakfast time was when I reestablished the boundaries I blew apart when we
fucked each other’s brains out and Ren had always given that to me. He didn’t
hide that he found it amusing. But he still gave it to me.

This was tons better.

I curled my arms around him.

Totally better.

“You work tonight?” he asked.

I nodded. I’d called off the night
Faye had her thing so I could take care of Faye’s thing. Last night was my
night off. Tonight, alas, I was back at it.

“Date night, your next night off,”
Ren declared.

Oh yeah.

I nodded. I also smiled. I did it
small on the outside,
huge
on the
inside.

“Tonight, you wanna eat before you
go or when you get home?” he asked.

God,
God,
my man was sweet.

“Before,” I answered.

“Lasagna or chicken parmesan?”

Seriously? He had to ask?

I mean, his lasagna was the bomb,
but he made his chicken parmesan from scratch and the first time I had it—and
every time since—I’d had a culinary orgasm emanating from my mouth. And this
orgasm was loud. Ren couldn’t have missed it. He didn’t miss anything.

“What do you think?” I asked back.

“Chicken,” he muttered, his lips
quirking. They stopped quirking, he held my eyes and his voice was gentle and
sweet when he queried, “
She
call?”

I pressed my lips together. Then I
shook my head.

I’d checked my phone and Indy
hadn’t called during our mind-blowing, soul-enriching, together
together
sex-a-thon last night.

This worried me.

So I did something about it while Ren
was downstairs making breakfast and I was upstairs freaking that my best friend
was mad at me.

“I called her,” I shared. “Left a
message for her to meet me this morning and chat.”

“Right, honey,” he replied. He gave
me a squeeze and dipped in for a brush on the lips before he went on, “Don’t
worry about it. She’ll hear you out. It’s sweet you care, but she does too, so
you two will get past it.” I got another brush of the lips before he muttered,
“Now, I gotta get to work.”

He moved to let me go, but I tightened
my thighs on his hips and my arms around him and regained his focus.

“We got busy last night and
conversation was limited,” I noted. “I didn’t get the chance to ask you about
your conversation with Lee.”

“Rather have more time than we got
right now to explain that to you,” he said, and I didn’t get a good feeling
about that.

“Zano—” I started, but stopped when
one of his hands came up and curled around my neck.

“You’re lettin’ me in and you
already know you’re in, Ally. But I’ll let you in more when I have time to
explain. But just to say now, Lee and I are cool, or as cool as we can be.
However, he was not a big fan of you heading off to the mountains and gettin’
involved in that shit, and he was even less of a fan of your apartment
exploding. You know what kind of man he is. You know how he feels about you.
And if you don’t know, you can guess he wants the kind of man he is, which
includes the ways he looks after his woman, for you. This means he feels all
that shit is my responsibility. So we had words.”

This was understandable. Lee was
wrong about it being Ren’s responsibility, but I knew my brothers, both of
them, so regardless, Ren was right in what he said. So it was understandable.

Ren went on, “And there’s shit
going down at work between Vito, Dom and me. Lee’s in the know about it, and
since he was pissed about other shit, he took that opportunity to get in my
face about that. That’s done between your brother and me too.”

This was not understandable, seeing
as I had no idea what he was talking about.

Therefore I asked, “What?”

“That’s the part I need time to
explain,” Ren replied. “And I don’t have that time now, but I’ll explain it,
honey. It’s not bad. But it is somethin’ you gotta know.”

Oh shit.

I was not good at waiting for
information. Especially if it was juicy.
Especially
if it had something to do with someone I cared about. And this sounded juicy
and it definitely had something to do with someone I cared about.

“Uh… Zano,” I started. “Something
to know about me—”

I stopped speaking because he
smiled and that took all my attention.

Then he pulled me deep into his
body and dipped his face close to mine.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” he
noted, still smiling.

“Cats have nine lives,” I replied
and his smile instantly died.

“How many of those you gone
through?”

Uh-oh.

We were hitting a conversational
danger zone. This was because, counting nearly being blown up the day before, I
suspected I was close to the end of my quota. I also suspected Ren knew that
and didn’t like it all that much.

In an effort to prevent this talk
from becoming a Talk, I stated, “I’ll wait until we have time for you to
explain.”

“Good choice,” he returned.

“Now kiss me and go to work so I
can go meet Indy,” I ordered and got the smile back.

Then I got his mouth back, another
squeeze and a sweet, soft, “Later, baby,” before he let me go.

I watched him walk away.

And when he disappeared, I gave
myself a moment to kick my own ass (mentally) for not initiating this
together
togetherness ages ago.

Then I got over it because it happened,
I fucked up, it was over and there was nothing I could do about it. Except live
in the now and make that now the best it could be, for me
and
for Ren.

I jumped off the counter, did the
breakfast dishes and headed out to make amends with my friend.

Hopefully.

* * * * *

I was sitting outside a Starbuck’s
in Cherry Creek North.

In other words, I was taking my
life in my hands.

No joke.

This was not because there might be
snipers (don’t think I’m kidding—I
was
a Rock Chick; anything goes when you’re a Rock Chick, the scarier, the more
possible).

This was because, if Tex knew I was
at a Starbuck’s, he’d lose his mind.

Tex felt, and shared this
philosophy liberally, that the coffee counter at Fortnum’s was like your
momma’s dining room table at Thanksgiving. That was to say, on Thanksgiving,
your ass was at that table. You didn’t tell your mother you were going to a
Chinese restaurant with your friends or suggest you have Thanksgiving catered
at your house or explain you were taking that longed for, once in a lifetime
vacation to a five star resort in Antigua.

You sat your ass at your momma’s
table.

And you got your coffee from Tex.
Even if you had to go out of your way, you went to Fortnum’s and Tex handed you
your cup.

No excuses were accepted.

If you didn’t do this, things could
get ugly.

So although I had a lot on my mind,
I was also scanning the area just in case Tex’s radar pinged and sent him on a
mission to ream my ass, throw away my latte and drag me to Fortnum’s to make me
a coffee.

I knew this sounded weird. It was
also true.

But outside of being unfaithful to
Tex’s coffees and the possible consequences of that, what was on my mind wasn’t
that I’d been waiting over an hour for Indy to show. It also wasn’t that none
of the Hot Bunch were taking my calls so I could ask what was happening with
Rosie. It further wasn’t the fact that this informational lockout pissed me
off, considering I might not be a member of their team, but it
was
my apartment that had blown sky high
because Rosie dropped
my
name, so I
had the right to know.

What was on my mind was that my
boss had called and told me not to go into work that night.

This was because I was fired.

He was nice about it, and truth be
told, I was expecting it. He’d put up with me a lot longer than I would have
put up with me, that was certain.

Suffice it to say, I wasn’t a
stellar employee. Shit went down with the Rock Chicks, not to mention my cases,
and there were only so many times you could call in when your friends had been
kidnapped or you’d been in a high speed chase and totaled your car or you
needed to stake out a cheating husband.

That shit no longer flew, even if
my friend was buried alive and I was a key player in her rescue and the next
day my apartment had exploded. Drinks needed to be served. I got that. And it
had to be said, these excuses, although honest, were frequent. So I also got
that would be a little alarming for any employer.