Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
My head snaps up to Ronnie’s face. I lick my lips and press my teeth into my bottom lip before answering. Meanwhile, she pops a leg out, places her hands on her hips, and tries her hardest to look pissed at me objectifying her.
“And what if I was?” I follow up, placing the bags on the counter and dropping her tote on the couch. She stays where she is, same exact pose, eyes moving with each slow prowl I take toward her. It isn’t until my hands cup the sides of her fine-as-hell body, my thumbs dangerously close the underside of her tits, where I can drag them slowly and watch as she responds.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure.” Ronnie’s hands drop from her hips, the tips of her fingers grazing the outside of my arms as she circles them around my neck. I take another step closer, caging her in until there’s no more room to go.
“It’s a sexy-as-hell ass, Foxy. You can even say I’m obsessed with it. And these shorts… Goddamn Almighty.” They’re similar to what she wore yesterday, except dark green and looser in the legs, showing the cheeks of her ass with every move she makes. The top is off one shoulder, cut to shreds in various places, and covers her stomach. Ronnie’s hair is up in a ponytail, face void of makeup, and instead of the black shit kickers she had on yesterday, today, it’s a pair of low-top black sneakers.
“I guess it’s a good thing I like your level of fixation.” My head dips, nose gliding along hers. The softness of her body coalesces with mine, and just as I’m about to kiss her the way I wanted to at her car, my cell rings.
“Hold that thought” I reach into my pocket, pull out the device, and see Tysen’s name light up on the screen. “I gotta take this. You can put your bags in the bedroom. There’s a small closet. I’ll make my way through the groceries.” I squeeze her side one last time before backing away.
“Take your time.” My eyes stay on hers as I hit the accept button with my thumb. She takes her suitcase and grabs her tote before taking the short trip to the bedroom.
“What’s up, Tys?” The phone is to my ear, using my shoulder as I start rifling through the bags and finding different cabinets to place everything. While this is an upgrade from my last van, it’s still on the smaller side compared to a pull-behind camper or RV.
“Not much, just checking in. I know you’re doing your own thing, but nobody’s gotten a response in the group chat or when we’ve messaged you individually.” Fuck, he’s not wrong. I’ve dropped the ball. Yesterday, during the concert, service was at a minimum. By the time I got back to my place, did my thing, and checked on Ronnie, it was too late to respond. Still, there’s no excuse as to why I didn’t take ten damn minutes out of my day to text them back.
“Yeah, Ronnie’s here with me. I’ve been a little preoccupied. Sorry, man.” I put the extra drinks in the fridge, replenishing what I went through yesterday, along with the fruits Ronnie insisted on needing. I guess there were things I forgot, after all. Though, I’m a man, eggs and bacon for breakfast, a piled-high lunch meat sandwich with chips, and then whatever I can pull together for dinner is good for me.
“Ah, that’ll do it. No worries, man. Enjoy your time. I’ll put the word out to the group. Everything’s good here, women, babies, work, and life. Come around next week. Mom’s been wanting to see you.” Shit, it’s been too long since I’ve been by to see Momma Retta. She’s going to kick my ass if I don’t get over there this week. Besides, had it not been for her and Tysen’s dad, Carter, I’d have more than likely ended up in foster care. I shake my head. Going down memory lane will do nothing but fuck me up.
“Thanks, man. I’ll stop by and see them this week,” I tell him.
“Call beforehand. She’ll make a spread and send you home with enough for both you and Ronnie. Later, Jude.” Tysen isn’t mincing words. He’s speaking his piece, and that’s about the size of it.
“Later, Tys.” I hang up and drop my phone to the counter.
“So, umm… I think I might have brought a smidge too much, and I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of commandeered the closet.” Ronnie comes out, squeezing beside me before flopping down on the couch with a look of disgust.
“It’s all yours, Foxy. My shit is in the drawers.” I hang back, leaning on the counter while I wait her out to see why she’s irritated.