0.5 - Rock Chick Reawakening: Rock Chick by Kristen_Ashley

Author:Kristen_Ashley [Kristen_Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Rock Chick#0.5
Publisher: 1001 Dark Nights Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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We were sitting at my dinette and I was shoveling in pancakes while envisioning the dining room table I was going to buy when I got my new place (this in an effort not to envision what Marcus’s shoulders looked like under the shirt he’d put back on—he was fine in that shirt—he was finer out of it).

Marcus was shoveling in pancakes too. Though, he was classier about it.

“How’d you get all classy?” I asked.

“Sorry?” he asked back.

I circled my fork with its hunk of pancakes dripping syrup at him.

“You said you didn’t have much growin’ up. Your daddy played the ponies. Your sister was a stripper. But you look and act like a Kennedy, except hotter, and without forgettin’ how to pronounce your R’s.”

“Got a job at a country club to help my sister out when I was fourteen,” he shared.

I nodded.

“Some of the adults were all right. The rest acted like I didn’t exist. The kids were jackasses.”

“I’ve got no doubt,” I murmured, watching him like a hawk.

“I belong to that country club now.”

His words socked me right in the chest in a very happy way.

Real slow, I felt a smile spread on my face.

“You knew what you wanted, you made it happen.”

He gave one nod. “Exactly.”

I’d made a decision. I was scared to death of it. But I’d made it and I’d shared it with Marcus.

It was time to get to the important stuff.

“You want babies, sugar?” I asked quietly.

“Yes.”

I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding after I asked my question and before I asked another one.

“How many?”

“As many as my wife will let me make.”

Excellent answer.

“Do you want them, Daisy?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“As many as my man will let me make.”

We sat there, not eating, just staring at each other.

I broke the silence by giving him the honesty.

“Just sayin’, darlin’, this takin’ it slow is not real easy.”

His eyes heated but his face went soft.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

I didn’t know. I couldn’t keep up. He gave me a lot of it.

But in that moment, those words felt like the sweetest Marcus had ever given to me.

I pressed my lips together, rolled them, and nodded.

“I like it that you don’t want slow but you need it, baby,” he went on.

He was probably right about that, even if after that kiss on my couch that morning, I wanted him to be wrong.

I didn’t offer him these thoughts.

I just kept nodding.

“Dinner tonight, my house,” he decreed. His lips curled up slightly. “Since it’s my house, I’m cooking for you, honey.” The lip curl went away as his tone grew firm. “And I want you to bring a bag but I’m sleeping in the guest room and you’re not.”

What could I do?

I’d made a decision. And Marcus knew that decision.

And on the other point, it was his house. Maybe one day (I hoped, please God, did I hope) I could horn in and do what a good woman should do for

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