“You're not supposed to crush the
packaging.”
I try to fight the urge to smile. Maybe the
pain recall will remind him, that even if I do have a little lady
at home who can monitor my behavior the way no one but my
commanding officers do, I can still do damage. Do. Not. Fuck. With.
Me.
“I will crush the packaging next if
you call me whipped again or try to use your slimy charm on my
girl.”
Glove rubs the spot again. “Noted.”
“Sorry they're being so crazy tonight. They
just got home this morning, so I can only assume they haven't
calmed down yet. Anyway, Mandy Forrest I'd like you to meet,
Michael Love,” she says and points, “Jody Lord,” she repeats the
action, “and Clint Walker.” And with my name, she slips across and
into my arms, wrapping herself around me, returning home. Her head
gently nestles on against my chest. “My boyfriend.”
I extend my hand for her to shake, “Nice to
meet you, Mandy.”
“Pleasure is all mine.” She politely shakes.
“Even hotter than those photos Haven showed me.”
There's sudden unexpected warmth in my cheeks
and my chest expands in sanctification. “She showed you photos of
me?”
“Mandy!” Haven squeaks again this time
reaching out to give her friend a playful slap.
“Of course, she did.” Mandy brushes off
Haven's action. “That's what best friends do.” Best friend huh? If
this is who she calls her best friend, I definitely approve.
“Besides I can't blame her for not wanting to keep those photos to
herself.”
I chuckle as I look down at my Angel who is
looking up at me, her bright brown eyes shimmering, “I'm glad you
had some to keep you company when I couldn't.”
She bites her bottom lip and squeezes me
closer, “I'm glad you can keep me company now.”
Mandy sighs, “Could you two stop being so
damn adorable? Keep this up and I'll have to call the cute police
to put you in Precious Prison.”
All of us chuckle at the remark. Mandy
doesn't strike me as anything special from the outside. She's
taller than Haven by a couple inches. Olive skin. Dark brown
shoulder length hair that shapes her face. Dark features. Slightly
exotic. Her frame is smaller than Haven's, but her hips are
similar. She's got more ass than tits. The black dress she has on
is short, but reveals nothing for the eyes up top. Nothing
thrilling physically, but her attitude is definitely a winner. My
eyes glance over at my two friends. By the look on Lordy's face he
agrees with me, but the way Glove's jaw is on the ground I think
it's safe to say he's more than impressed.
“And nice to meet you both by the way.” She
offers them each a smile. “Haven's told me a little about you as
well.”
“Hopefully good things,” Lordy offers a
polite smile.
“Is there anything bad about me?” Glove's
response urges me to have a comeback when Haven gives me a gentle
squeeze. Fine. I'll let that one go. Before Lordy can toss in a
quip either, he licks his lips and gives her the famous Glove grin,
“So Mandy, huh? Like the song?”
“Like the song.”
“Makes me wanna sing to you...” his
flirtation is followed by my eye roll.
“Well. Don't.”
Her quick remark stumbles him back as she
merely smiles. Definitely glad her and Haven are friends. I hope
all of her friends are this quick and easygoing.
“And where's your other friend?” I look down
at Haven.
With a shrug she answers. “Michele couldn't
make it.”
Not taking his rejection well Glove clears
his throat, “If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get a drink.
Lordy?”
“Sure,” he says knowing someone's going to
need to help repair the ego damage to Glove. “Excuse us.”
“Of course,” Mandy scoots to the side
allowing them to pass by.
Once out of ear shot I say to her, “I think
you hurt Glove's feelings.”
She folds her arms across her chest, a small
black clutch dangling from her finger tips, “I'm sure he'll live.”
I fight another smirk as she continues, “So Clint, are you excited
for
packaging.”
I try to fight the urge to smile. Maybe the
pain recall will remind him, that even if I do have a little lady
at home who can monitor my behavior the way no one but my
commanding officers do, I can still do damage. Do. Not. Fuck. With.
Me.
“I will crush the packaging next if
you call me whipped again or try to use your slimy charm on my
girl.”
Glove rubs the spot again. “Noted.”
“Sorry they're being so crazy tonight. They
just got home this morning, so I can only assume they haven't
calmed down yet. Anyway, Mandy Forrest I'd like you to meet,
Michael Love,” she says and points, “Jody Lord,” she repeats the
action, “and Clint Walker.” And with my name, she slips across and
into my arms, wrapping herself around me, returning home. Her head
gently nestles on against my chest. “My boyfriend.”
I extend my hand for her to shake, “Nice to
meet you, Mandy.”
“Pleasure is all mine.” She politely shakes.
“Even hotter than those photos Haven showed me.”
There's sudden unexpected warmth in my cheeks
and my chest expands in sanctification. “She showed you photos of
me?”
“Mandy!” Haven squeaks again this time
reaching out to give her friend a playful slap.
“Of course, she did.” Mandy brushes off
Haven's action. “That's what best friends do.” Best friend huh? If
this is who she calls her best friend, I definitely approve.
“Besides I can't blame her for not wanting to keep those photos to
herself.”
I chuckle as I look down at my Angel who is
looking up at me, her bright brown eyes shimmering, “I'm glad you
had some to keep you company when I couldn't.”
She bites her bottom lip and squeezes me
closer, “I'm glad you can keep me company now.”
Mandy sighs, “Could you two stop being so
damn adorable? Keep this up and I'll have to call the cute police
to put you in Precious Prison.”
All of us chuckle at the remark. Mandy
doesn't strike me as anything special from the outside. She's
taller than Haven by a couple inches. Olive skin. Dark brown
shoulder length hair that shapes her face. Dark features. Slightly
exotic. Her frame is smaller than Haven's, but her hips are
similar. She's got more ass than tits. The black dress she has on
is short, but reveals nothing for the eyes up top. Nothing
thrilling physically, but her attitude is definitely a winner. My
eyes glance over at my two friends. By the look on Lordy's face he
agrees with me, but the way Glove's jaw is on the ground I think
it's safe to say he's more than impressed.
“And nice to meet you both by the way.” She
offers them each a smile. “Haven's told me a little about you as
well.”
“Hopefully good things,” Lordy offers a
polite smile.
“Is there anything bad about me?” Glove's
response urges me to have a comeback when Haven gives me a gentle
squeeze. Fine. I'll let that one go. Before Lordy can toss in a
quip either, he licks his lips and gives her the famous Glove grin,
“So Mandy, huh? Like the song?”
“Like the song.”
“Makes me wanna sing to you...” his
flirtation is followed by my eye roll.
“Well. Don't.”
Her quick remark stumbles him back as she
merely smiles. Definitely glad her and Haven are friends. I hope
all of her friends are this quick and easygoing.
“And where's your other friend?” I look down
at Haven.
With a shrug she answers. “Michele couldn't
make it.”
Not taking his rejection well Glove clears
his throat, “If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get a drink.
Lordy?”
“Sure,” he says knowing someone's going to
need to help repair the ego damage to Glove. “Excuse us.”
“Of course,” Mandy scoots to the side
allowing them to pass by.
Once out of ear shot I say to her, “I think
you hurt Glove's feelings.”
She folds her arms across her chest, a small
black clutch dangling from her finger tips, “I'm sure he'll live.”
I fight another smirk as she continues, “So Clint, are you excited
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