Free Dirty Girl by Jenika Snow Page B

thought much about having an old lady, or a family for that matter.
    She turned and looked at him, but didn’t verbally respond.
    Booshie knew that silence. He might not be the kind of man that kept his mouth shut, but even he could sense that she was uncomfortable. “I had a good time with you, Naggie .”
    She chuckled, and it was filled with genuine amusement. “Me, too.” She looked down at her hands that she had resting in her lap. “Is Booshie your real name?” When she looked at him once more he didn’t respond right away.
    For a moment he just took in the sight of her. They had a fuck marathon last night, one that had made him feeling like he was decades younger. She made him feel like he was decades younger. “Does it sound like a real name?” He grinned, hoping the small act told her he was giving her a hard time.
    She started laughing and shook her head. “I’ve learned in life that just because it doesn’t sound ‘normal’ doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” She shrugged. “ Naggie is actually my real name.” She chuckled humorlessly. “I bet you’re asking who in the hell would name their kid Naggie .” Her smile widened, but he caught an expression on her face that passed as quickly as it had come. “Shitty ass parents, that’s who .”
    Booshie could tell in her voice that there was anger in there, but she tried to play it off like she didn’t give a shit. Steering away from that might be the best option right now, because obviously she didn’t want to go down that road. “No, Booshie isn’t my real name. The club gave it to me when I was a prospect. My real name is Nicholas Travene .”
    She nodded, and her smile grew. “Nicholas.” She said his name softly, and he couldn’t help but start to get hard. God, he was a sick bastard, but he hadn’t heard a woman say his legal name in so damn long, and it coming from Naggie sounded so fucking good. “Well, your name sounds a hell of a lot better than mine.” She turned and looked at him. “I actually thought about changing it a couple of times over the past few years—”
    He reached out and cupped the side of her face, cutting off the rest of her sentence. “I like your name.” He let his gaze travel over her face and down to her chest. “In fact, I love everything about you.” When he lifted his gaze up her throat and saw her pulse beating faster, he knew his words had hit a chord with her. “Please don’t ever change for anyone.” God, he sounded like some kind of pussy whipped boy, but honestly he didn’t give a shit. He liked being gruff, but also gentle with her. In fact, she was the only one that he was gentle with, but he liked it that way, and he couldn’t explain why exactly. Her cheeks turned pink, and his grin widened. “I’ve embarrassed you.” He ran his thumb over her cheekbone.
    “Yeah, and that isn’t an easy task.” They locked gazes and held them there for several seconds. “But I’ve noticed that when I’m around you I feel things that don’t make any sense.”
    His heart started beating harder at her words. “Yeah?”
    She nodded slowly. “Yeah, but that also scares the shit out of me.”
    Yeah, he knew what she meant.
    “And I just got out of a relationship—albeit a shitty one.” She pulled away and stared out of the front windshield. “Not saying that you wanted anything more than last night—”
    “ Naggie .” He waited until she looked at him before he continued. “I am not the kind of man that goes around wanting more than one night with a woman.”
    She opened her mouth, probably to tell his arrogant ass off, but he shook his head and stopped her.
    “No, just listen, okay?” She didn’t say anything or nod, but he kept going anyway. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage or anything,” he grinned and loved that she rolled her eyes, “but I am asking to see you again.”
    “For more sex?” There was a little bite in her words.
    “No, I was thinking we could hit up