Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Eddie,” Nancy said quietly.
He twisted at the waist to look at Jet’s mom.
With what he saw, he twisted back and said to Bear, “You need to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”
“Huh,” Lavonne grunted victoriously.
“I ain’t goin’,” Bear declared stubbornly.
That was when Tex lost interest in his chicken wings. He tossed some picked-clean bones on a heart-shaped plate Lavonne had set out for them on the coffee table and stood to his very tall, massively bulky height.
He leveled his gaze on Bear and said, “Nancy wants you gone ’cause Lavonne wants you gone, which means you’re gone, turkey.”
“I barely even know you. You’re not gonna tell me what to do in my own damned house,” Bear shot back.
That was when Tex lifted one long, beefy leg and stepped over the coffee table like it was a small fallen branch.
Bear was smart enough to back up, but not smart enough, because he didn’t back far enough, like, out the door.
Shit.
Now they had a situation.
Eddie and Lee closed in.
Ray, too, got closer.
“Pack a bag, brother,” Ray said carefully to Bear.
Bear didn’t take his eyes off Tex as he crossed his arms on his chest. “Not goin’.”
“You’re out or I put you out,” Tex warned.
“I’d like to see you try,” Bear returned.
Tex grinned, hot sauce glistening, and even Eddie felt a shiver because the man looked deranged. Or, more deranged than normal.
Ray shifted so he was between Tex and Bear, his back to Tex.
“C’mon, Bear. Talk to Lavonne later when she cools down,” he urged.
“Not gonna cool down this time,” Lavonne called.
Eddie watched Ray’s head tip slightly to the side and the look that crossed his face that said without words, You’ve heard that before, give her what she wants, this will blow over.
Bear made them wait a few beats before it was him doing the leaning to stare down Lavonne.
“Not gonna forget anytime soon you pointin’ that .44 at me, woman,” he threatened.
She took a drag from her cigarette, blew out the smoke, and replied, “Good.”
Bear made a face at her, swept the room with his gaze without catching on anyone, turned and stormed down the hall.
“Not as good as car bombs, but it’ll do,” Tex mumbled as he lumbered back to the couch and his bucket of wings.
Nancy giggled.
Eddie caught Jet’s eyes and blew out a sigh.
They stopped at Famous on the way home to get a pizza for dinner.
Not as good as Jet’s meatloaf or her chili, but then, nothing was.
She made up for it by scooping out a treat she’d introduced him to shortly after her shit settled. Vanilla bean ice cream with a huge wodge of chunky peanut butter slopped on, this smothered in chocolate sauce.
Since he wasn’t about to get a gut, he decided they’d need to be energetic to work it off.
And how he chose them to do it, he didn’t mind he was doing most of the work.
Though, his woman put a fair amount in herself.
She was taking it doggie-style, one of her arms out, hand braced to the headboard so the effort he was expending didn’t get lost in the sway, at the same time giving herself an anchor to meet him, when he heard that sweet catch in her throat.
He pulled out, she made a new noise, one that told him she didn’t like that, but she got over it when he rolled her to her back, swung her leg in front of him and hiked her up his thighs, pounding back in.
He watched her take him, and Christ, she was pretty.
She also needed to blow.
He shifted a thumb between her legs and saw to that.
After that was accomplished, he let go.
He lowered himself to her after his orgasm left him, and she wound her limbs around him.
He felt that, where she had hold of him, on the outside and on the inside.
This woman loved him. This woman, with her snug tops and perfect ass and sexy bangs and phenomenal cooking skills and beautiful smile and huge heart, loved him.
But…
“Purple?” he asked.
Her body tightened underneath him, so he smoothed a hand down her side, her hip, and then up to cup her breast.
“Do you hate it?”
“Is Prince coming for a visit?”
She giggled and, better, relaxed.
She had her mother’s gorgeous smile.
She also had her mother’s giggle.
He moved his hand from her tit to her neck. “There’s one good thing about the bathroom.”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t have to paint it.”
A laugh this time, not a giggle, but he’d take it.
“You like it?” he asked softly.
“I think it looks amazing,” she said timidly, and that was his woman too. She was shy. She was losing that with him, but she loved him. She wanted him to like his bathroom. She worried.
If he didn’t like it, she’d paint it again tomorrow, he knew it.
He didn’t hate it, and as he said, he didn’t have to do it himself, so he knew he could live with it.