Lyon
Chapter 32

Back to work, thank f**k, I never thought I’d say this, but I needed the break, that is one greedy little Angel.

After her little fainting spell that almost gave me a f*****g heart attack, I’d tried to take it easy, but something happened while she was out cold, because she woke up ravenous, I mean…you had to see it.

I’ve heard of women covering their pussies in protective mode, but my boy was the one whimpering like a little bitch. Of course, I had to man up though, and give her what she wanted.

My little freak was going to keep me busy. Maybe I should ask dad about some new vitamins or something, but then again he’d probably prescribe weed as the cure all for everything, f*****g pot head.

I’d spent the morning coming up with a feasible plan of how to head to Arizona, and take her without her knowing what I was up to. I’d decided not to leave her alone here with the Rossettis acting like they’d lost their damn minds.

I don’t necessarily want her anywhere near what was about to go down in Arizona either, but it was the lesser of two evils. Bedsides, if I handled it right, then she’d never know.

“Babe, I was thinking, it’s been a while since you’ve seen your mom. The boys and I take a yearly riding trip somewhere, and this year we’re gonna do Arizona, so you can come along and see your mom.”

“It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone. You’ll get the experience of a cross-country bike trip and get to see your mother as well. What do you say?”

She was out of her chair and wrapped around me in a heartbeat.

“I say we need to celebrate.”

“Uh huh, your p***y hungry again already? I just fed you this morning.”

“Yeah, but that was like hours ago.”

“Go to work, Katarina, we got shit to do if we’re gonna leave for Arizona this weekend.”

“Oh alright.” She had the nerve to pout at me.

“Oh alright.” She had the nerve to pout at me.

“We’ll do a trial ride to see how good you are at distances…”

“Ooh, can I ride my new bike?”

“I don’t see why not, but you’ll be going to Arizona on the back of my ride.”

“How come?” She frowned at me.

“Because, whenever we’re going on long rides, and that means anything over two hours, our women are on the back of our bikes.”

“How many times have you done that?”

“Come ‘ere.”

She came over to where I stood in my office doorway.

“Look at me, uh-uh, we don’t do that shit. Who did I spend the last twenty four hours or so f*****g, and whose p***y was I buried in when I fell asleep last night, huh?”

“I know, it’s just…” She played with the buttons on my shirt.

“Just what?”

“I don’t like thinking about you with other girls.”

“None of them were ever my Angel, you are, they never even came close.”

That put a smile back on her face, and I ended up kissing the shit out of her while she rode the bulge in my jeans before I finally pulled away.

“Can we get back to work now? I only took a break to tell you about this weekend and prepare you. I’ll feed your greedy p***y when we get home tonight.”

She seemed happy enough with that for now, but who knows what she’ll be getting up to in another hour or so.

I sent out for lunch, because if we were gonna head to the desert in a couple days, then I had to have my shit together. I’d been collecting information on that Taylor guy, the prick. He didn’t know it, but his life was about to take a turn for the worst.

At first, I’d gone from the angle that he’d played in court. I tried to be fair after all, so I needed to know if he really was on medication, and if so what, and what were the side effects. So far I’d only found a prescription for pain meds when he’d had a broken leg as a kid. Lying a*s.

“Sweet.”

Next I looked into what he was doing to be more of an upstanding citizen now that he’d been given a break and was let off the hook for rape, attempted rape, and causing the demise of another. From what I could see the boy hasn’t learned his lesson, so I had no qualms whatsoever about going through with what I had planned.

I stepped back into the doorway quietly to watch her as she worked. This was for her, whatever I was going to do, it will be for justice for her and her friend. No one was ever going to f**k with her and get away with it. Not ever again.

I smiled when she bit into her l*p as she concentrated on what she was doing on the screen. My Angel was just naturally sensual; she couldn’t help it.

“When we get back from out of town I’m taking you shopping.” She looked over at me with a frown.

“I thought we did that already.”

“Not this kind of shopping, I’m taking you to get things for both our pleasure.” She still didn’t seem to understand.

“You ever been f****d doggie style while wearing four inch heels, Angel. What am I saying, of course you haven’t.”

She made a weird sound and squirmed around in her chair.

“Dammit, Lyon, you owe me another pair of underwear.”

“Let me see.” I walked over to her desk as she opened her legs and showed me her wet crotch under her mini skirt.

I couldn’t resist pushing my hand under the elastic and copping a feel before licking my fingers clean of her juices.

“Sweet.”