Handcuffs and Lace 09 -She's Got Balls Read Free

pleasant prospect.
    Which reminded him: He owed Vin for the fucking Brazilian bikini wax which still had him straddling ice packs whenever he had a chance to sit. That shit was just mean.
“I told ya you’d look good in pink,” Vin said.
Chris glared up at him. “Seriously? You’re going to start this now?”
“Pitch that a little higher, honey , you’re sounding hoarse.”
“Okay, let’s start it then,” Chris snarled. He shot a look around quickly taking stock of who’d get to see this next little stunt and how loudly he had to project his voice.
Vin’s eyes narrowed.
Swinging his cheap Gucci knock-off and smacking Vin in the chest, Chris screeched feminine outrage. “How dare you? We haven’t even moved in and you’re already calling your girlfriend on my cell phone ! You are a piece of work, Vinny. How do you expect us to make a fresh start when you can’t leave the old life behind?”
Chris smacked him again and again until finally the baggie filled with oregano he’d been trying to dislodge flew out of the purse and landed on the sidewalk.
“Vinny?” Vin growled under his breath.
“You said I was special. You said I was the only one for you. But you think I’m fa-fafaaaaaat!” Chris dropped his arms limply and began to wail dramatically.
“Oh, shit,” Vin said, his eyes as huge as saucers. “Shh! Hey, cut that out.”
“You said you liked my body but, but, but, but you lied .” Chris resumed smacking Vin’s chest, head, arms, anything he could reach with the ridiculous handbag. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the mover picking up the baggie and two women whispering over their fences nearby.
Vin looked about wildly, alternately ducking and trying to shush him.
Chris wailed louder. “Why don’t you love me anymore? Haven’t I given you everything? Don’t I go down on you whenever you want? Even when you ask me to do those nasty, nasty things, don’t I do them?”
“Shh! Yeah, baby, you do all that.” Vin held out his hands placating.
The bigger man’s hunched shoulders and panicked expression only fired Chris’ drama.
“And that time you begged me to put on the diaper and clown mask, you said no one had ever done that for you before.” Chris turned to the chuckling movers with tearful eyes. He gasped sharply. “Vinny! They’ve got my oregano ! Vinny, make them give it back! I can’t make your lasagna without the oregano.”
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll get it back. I swear.” Vin turned and leveled a look at the mover with the baggie. “My wife wants her oregano. Now !” he thundered.
The hapless man tossed the bag into the air. Vin caught it and shoved it at Chris.
Nice save , Chris thought.
“Now, Christy baby, say you won’t leave me over a little call.”
Chris blinked, searched for something to harp on and came up dry. He sniffled instead. “Oh look, my mascara is going to run.”
“It’s okay. You look great. I think you’re sexy when you get jealous.” Vin said, a toothy grin mischievously split his lips.
“You don’t think I’m fat?” Chris wheedled.
“No, baby. You’re sexy as hell.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah, baby.” Vin gently cupped Chris’ hips and drew him closer. Close enough that Chris could see the way Vin flicked glances around them instead of looking at him. “Don’t like those wimpy, flabby chicks. I like the way you give as good as you get.”
Interesting . How far could he push Vin?
“Oh, Vinny,” Chris sighed. Then with a wicked grin of his own, Chris threw his arms around him. “Kiss me.”
Vin’s nostrils flared and his icy gaze locked on Chris’ uncertainly. Chris tightened his smile and fluttered his lashes in challenge. He knew the moment Vin committed by the steely determination in his crystalline gaze and the half-quirk of his lips as he accepted.
He descended, swooping down to take Chris’ lips in heated assault. Firm and full, they crashed against his. Day-end whiskers prickled the outer rim of Chris’ mouth.