Page 33 of Property of Shotgun
So do I, but what we think doesn’t really matter.
“She likes this new guy, though. They’ve only been on one date, but he keeps asking her out again. He wants to take her on a helicopter ride over the city.” She pauses, lifting her glass to her lips. I watch as she takes a sip, the long column of her throat working as she swallows. If she only knew how many times I pictured marking her there.
“Sounds romantic, doesn’t it?”
I shake my head, dismissing any thoughts of me sucking her neck before I play back the question.
I’ve never put much stock in being a romantic, but renting a helicopter to take a woman on a joyride to see some skyscrapers seems like over kill to me. You want to impress a woman, give her your time. The effort a man puts into a woman, appreciating her for who she is and loving her on the days she doesn’t love herself, that’s unmatched. You can rent a fucking rocket ship and send her to the moon, spend a million dollars on frivolous nonsense, and none of it will have the same effect. The richest men are the ones with empty pockets. Those are the romantics.
“I guess that depends on what your definition of romance.”
Keeping her eyes on the fire, she traces her finger around the rim of her glass.
“I miss it,” she whispers.
“Romance?”
She glances down at her glass. “All of it. Date nights, having someone call me when I’m not around just to tell me they miss me. Kissing before bed, and lazy kisses in the mornings to start the day.”
I would fucking give my life to kiss her like that just once.
“It’s been over two years since I’ve been on the back of a motorcycle.”
Give my life for that too. Can’t imagine there being anything better than feeling her tits against my back while I squeeze her thigh to mine and we ride.
“I miss those long rides. You know the ones that never have any specific destination but when they end you realize they weren’t meant for anything more than foreplay?”
No, I don’t.
A brazen Jade makes for a dangerous time. I don’t know what the hell is in that wine, but whatever it is has loosened her lips. The woman is killing me slowly, and if I don’t put an end to it now, I’m going to do something I can’t take back.
“Don’t know anything about that. Never had a woman on the back of my bike.”
I don’t know why she looks so shocked by that.
“Then I guess we’re both missing out.”
When you only want one woman, and she’s off limits, it doesn’t feel that way. I’d be a fraud if I put anyone that wasn’t her on the back of my bike, and you can’t miss something you never had.
“But you know what I miss most?”
Don’t ask.
Whatever you do, don’t fucking ask.
“Sex,” she blurts. “I miss sex.”
It’s a good thing my mouth isn’t full, or she’d be wearing my beer. My head snaps around, and our eyes lock.
“Jesus, Jade.”
She rolls her eyes as I squirm in my chair like a fucking schoolboy. My cock is way to happy to be having this fucking conversation with her.
“Oh, come on, Shotgun. Is anything really off limits with us?”
There isn’t and I’m starting to sense that might be a problem.
“I just watched you toss your bloodstained clothes into my fire pit. We’ve seen each other at our worst, and you’re helping me raise my children. If I can’t talk to you about this kind of stuff, then who can I talk to?”
