then I go in for a quick kiss, but he yanks the sheet off and pulls me onto his lap.
He presses a soft kiss to my nose and then one, long, lazy, sexy kiss on my lips that I won’t soon forget. “Don’t hide your body from me, okay? When I’m with you I don’t want you to be embarrassed—you’re absolutely beautiful and perfect. So much so I don’t even know what the hell I did in this life for you to hand that over to me, but I’m so glad that you did.”
And I melt inside.
I smile, biting down on my bottom lip and undo the bra that he just put back on me, letting it fall to my hips. “Go time.”
Hours later Josh drops me back at the bar and waits in the parking lot until he sees me wave and shut the door of my apartment. The loud rumble of his truck lets me know he’s gone and the coast is clear. I jog back down and head into the bar to find Aunt Angie. “Hey, you got a minute?” I ask her as she’s squirting polish all over the wooden bar.
“What’s up, honey?”
“I was wondering if I could borrow your truck one more time?”
She tosses the keys to me without second-guessing. “Sure. Where you off to?”
“I just need to get some stuff for upstairs. My fridge is practically bare.”
She gives me of her ‘oh, dear’ sighs, but then smiles. “You’re on at four, don’t forget.”
“I won’t,” I yell, as my feet are already out the door.
Twenty minutes later I’m standing in the aisle of a hardware store looking at different locks. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I need a lock for my front door. I have one, but I’d like something to back it up.”
He reaches onto the shelf and grabs two different products. “Well, you got yourself a deadbolt or you can use a the old standby chain lock.” He holds them both up and I have no clue which one is best.
“Which one would you let your daughter use if she lived alone?”
“Why don’t you get both and have someone install them. Extra measure and all that.”
I huff, looking at the price. Not too bad. I pull out the cash in my back pocket and pay up front. Twenty dollars lighter in the pocket, and I still need to grab some food to make do for the week. I hit the Piggly Wiggly and smile as I throw the truck into park, remembering how good it was to finally know what it was like to be in that man’s arms.
It’s five by the time Sam walks in to work. When he comes right up to me I can see the relief in his eyes, but it makes me nervous, like he’s heard all about Josh deflowering me. “Hey,” I raise my hand ready to wave, but he just grabs it pulls me in to a big bear hug.
“Where the hell have you been?” He sounds so worried I feel horrible not calling and asking him to go shopping with me.
I shrink down, ashamed of making him feel that way. “The store.”
He grips my shoulders and pushes me slightly away from him. “I meant last night. You ran out of here so fast after I told you about that guy. I couldn’t find you anywhere. I looked everywhere.”
“I took a walk.” I mentally berate myself for lying to him again.
“You took a walk?” he asks incredulously, and I can tell he isn’t buying it.
“Yeah, now Sam, listen, I went and grabbed a few locks. Could you maybe help me after work and put them on?”
“Of course I can. Is everything okay?”
I nod a few times, trying to control my distress from showing. “I was just scared of my past finding me. It’s no big deal.”
A few customers come in hooting and hollering pulling his stare from me briefly. “You have to give me some answers about that past of yours later.” He turns abruptly and makes his way behind the bar to serve the group that came in. But I feel his eyes on me while he does it. Great! Now I have two men trying to dig into my past.
Later that night Sam is following me up to my apartment after work and I start to freak out when I notice my door is ajar. I think real hard, remembering that I closed it and locked it before I went to work. My
He presses a soft kiss to my nose and then one, long, lazy, sexy kiss on my lips that I won’t soon forget. “Don’t hide your body from me, okay? When I’m with you I don’t want you to be embarrassed—you’re absolutely beautiful and perfect. So much so I don’t even know what the hell I did in this life for you to hand that over to me, but I’m so glad that you did.”
And I melt inside.
I smile, biting down on my bottom lip and undo the bra that he just put back on me, letting it fall to my hips. “Go time.”
Hours later Josh drops me back at the bar and waits in the parking lot until he sees me wave and shut the door of my apartment. The loud rumble of his truck lets me know he’s gone and the coast is clear. I jog back down and head into the bar to find Aunt Angie. “Hey, you got a minute?” I ask her as she’s squirting polish all over the wooden bar.
“What’s up, honey?”
“I was wondering if I could borrow your truck one more time?”
She tosses the keys to me without second-guessing. “Sure. Where you off to?”
“I just need to get some stuff for upstairs. My fridge is practically bare.”
She gives me of her ‘oh, dear’ sighs, but then smiles. “You’re on at four, don’t forget.”
“I won’t,” I yell, as my feet are already out the door.
Twenty minutes later I’m standing in the aisle of a hardware store looking at different locks. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I need a lock for my front door. I have one, but I’d like something to back it up.”
He reaches onto the shelf and grabs two different products. “Well, you got yourself a deadbolt or you can use a the old standby chain lock.” He holds them both up and I have no clue which one is best.
“Which one would you let your daughter use if she lived alone?”
“Why don’t you get both and have someone install them. Extra measure and all that.”
I huff, looking at the price. Not too bad. I pull out the cash in my back pocket and pay up front. Twenty dollars lighter in the pocket, and I still need to grab some food to make do for the week. I hit the Piggly Wiggly and smile as I throw the truck into park, remembering how good it was to finally know what it was like to be in that man’s arms.
It’s five by the time Sam walks in to work. When he comes right up to me I can see the relief in his eyes, but it makes me nervous, like he’s heard all about Josh deflowering me. “Hey,” I raise my hand ready to wave, but he just grabs it pulls me in to a big bear hug.
“Where the hell have you been?” He sounds so worried I feel horrible not calling and asking him to go shopping with me.
I shrink down, ashamed of making him feel that way. “The store.”
He grips my shoulders and pushes me slightly away from him. “I meant last night. You ran out of here so fast after I told you about that guy. I couldn’t find you anywhere. I looked everywhere.”
“I took a walk.” I mentally berate myself for lying to him again.
“You took a walk?” he asks incredulously, and I can tell he isn’t buying it.
“Yeah, now Sam, listen, I went and grabbed a few locks. Could you maybe help me after work and put them on?”
“Of course I can. Is everything okay?”
I nod a few times, trying to control my distress from showing. “I was just scared of my past finding me. It’s no big deal.”
A few customers come in hooting and hollering pulling his stare from me briefly. “You have to give me some answers about that past of yours later.” He turns abruptly and makes his way behind the bar to serve the group that came in. But I feel his eyes on me while he does it. Great! Now I have two men trying to dig into my past.
Later that night Sam is following me up to my apartment after work and I start to freak out when I notice my door is ajar. I think real hard, remembering that I closed it and locked it before I went to work. My
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