Rogue's Passion(35)

“Hey,” he said quietly. When she didn’t look up, he moved his chair closer. Without saying another word, he pulled her onto him, so that she was straddling his lap. He needed to offer what comfort he could and this was the best way he knew how.
“Ash,” she whispered, glancing around. “We’re in public and this isn’t really…appropriate.” But her eyes lit up and a smile ghosted on her lips. That was enough to show him he was on the right track.
“It is where I come from.” She started to protest, but he held a finger to her lips. “I need you close to show you how much I care,” he said. “I’m not good with words. Sorry I’m the one to tell you about your family.”
Her eyes glistened brightly before she lowered her head until they were touching forehead to forehead. She cupped his face in her hands, and he breathed in her air. “I’m glad you told me. I wouldn’t have wanted to hear it from anyone else.” Then those luscious lips of hers came down over his mouth and her tongue found its way inside. She tasted like that coffee drink she’d ordered. Sweet and unpredictably complex.
He moved one hand to the back of her head and the other grabbed her ass to scoot her closer. Despite the fact that he’d gotten the best blow job of his life less than twelve hours ago, followed by two—no, three—more incredible orgasms, he was rock hard now and would be ready to do it all over again in a heartbeat.
The gray-haired woman seated on the other side of the door clucked her disapproval like a broody old hen. Two teenage girls coming in stopped and stared for a moment before giggling and heading to the front to order their drinks.
Olivia stiffened in his arms. “I don’t think we should be—”
“Do I need to remind you of Rules One and Two?”
“That applies in public?”
“Yes.”
That was all he needed to say and she was wrapping her arms around his neck again.
Whatever had possessed him to come up with this slave idea was beyond him. He’d always been dominant in and out of the bedroom, but he’d never done anything quite like this. But whatever it was, it was brilliant, because the rest of the week was going to be incredible.
***
Springing Conry from doggie jail was a simple process. After paying a fine for having an unlicensed, unneutered huge male dog running wild on the streets of New Seattle, the three of them climbed into the Mustang and were soon speeding down the road back to Reckless.
“Did you miss me, buddy?” Asher asked, reaching back to scratch him for the millionth time.
“Of course he did,” Olivia said. “If I were him, I’d never let you out of my sight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he shadows you everywhere for a while.”
Conry was panting with his eyes closed. Poor guy. He would probably sleep the rest of the day and night.
When she saw a shopping area coming up on the right, the sad state of her clothing came to mind. “Do you mind swinging in? I really don’t want to wear this dress again tomorrow.” She appreciated that Asher had done a small load of laundry for her at Reckless, but she needed a change of clothes. If the HOT weren’t still closed, she’d have had him take her home to pick up a few things. “Plus, I miss my favorite toothpaste, the mascara I keep in my bag is all dried out, and I need a few personal items.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “What kind of personal items?”
Why did men always seem so perplexed and confused about a woman’s personal care routines? “None of your beeswax.”
From the corner of her eye, she could see him rubbing the top of his thigh and chewing on the inside of his lip. She laughed inwardly. He was probably getting all hot and bothered by what she meant by personal items. She’d let him stew on that for a while. He didn’t need to know that she needed a razor, clean panties, a tube of zit cream, and a bottle of lube. Things weren’t too uncomfortable down there right now, but a few more days and nights like the one they’d just had and she would need the extra help, otherwise she might not be able to walk toward the end of the week. Her cheeks burned at the thought.
“How much time do you need?” he asked.
“Give me a half hour.”
“I’ll take Conry for a walk, then. Be outside in thirty minutes.”
Once inside the store, she quickly filled her shopping basket with various items both on and off her list.
“There,” she said to herself a few minutes later as she sorted through all of the items in her cart. “I think I’ve got everything.”
Wait. Dog treats.
She meandered down several aisles before she found the pet section, clear in the back. Not knowing what Conry liked, she scanned the shelves and grabbed a box of organic biscuits. But as she was reading the ingredient list, she became aware of a slight shift in the air. Someone was behind her.