pair of socks into my purse to put on with my skates. I grab all three boxes of cupcakes, lock up, and head to my car.
I reach the skating rink a few minutes later and see the minibus from the home and my brother’s car. I don’t see Gabe’s car yet. He was originally supposed to come pick me up, but he’s finalizing terms for a deal he’s making. I hope he gets to come.
After grabbing the boxes out of the back, I make my way toward the entrance, where I’m met by Jordan. He grabs the two boxes on top and holds the door for me as we head inside.
“Mom’s been chomping at the bit for you to get here. I told her she’s starting to give me a complex.” We both laugh because if I were here first, she’d be the same way to me about Jordan. Our mom’s a bit of a drama queen, but she’s our drama queen.
The music and lights haven’t been turned on yet, but the rink did just open about ten minutes ago. I follow Jordan to our group in the party room.
“Jazzy!” I smile as several of the residents holler my name.
I set the cupcakes down as my mom comes to greet me. “Hi, Mom.” She wraps her arms around me.
“Hi, my baby girl.” I close my eyes and hug her tight. She doesn’t call me that often, but I love when she does. “Where’s your friend?”
“He should be here soon. He had some work to do first.”
I called my mom last night to give her a heads up. She doesn’t do well with surprises. She gets really nervous and it can turn bad really quick. The last time I surprised her and it turned bad, I was a freshman in high school. I brought a friend home from school, forgetting that my mom would be home.
My mom was sitting in the living room and when she saw us, she ran over and started talking a mile a minute. She got so excited she began to stutter and my friend laughed. My mom cried and yelled at us. It broke my heart and I never talked to that girl again. Of course, I got teased at school for a few weeks for having the retarded mom—their words, not mine. When the other teens saw it didn’t bother me, they quit doing it. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the girls were all gaga over my brother.
Last night, she had a million and one questions about Gabe. The question she wanted the answer to the most was if he was handsome. I, of course, told her he was. I didn’t tell her he was my boyfriend, only because I don’t know if I should put a label on it. For all I know, we could be just friends with benefits. I shake those thoughts from my mind and say hi to everyone.
Chapter Eight
Gabe
I finish my business call and shut down my computer. Thank God it ended earlier than planned. Now I won’t be that late. I don’t relish the idea of hanging out in a loud skating rink, but, at this point, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Jasmine. She’s ingrained herself inside of me and I’ve become a junkie for her.
I’ve always loved women, but none of them have been the total package. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and funny and has a body that was built for fucking. Fuck, I get half-hard just thinking about her and the feel of her tight pussy hugging my cock.
I look down and sure enough, my dick is hard. I look at my phone and ignore the urge to jerk off. I’m gonna wait until I can be balls deep inside of her. When did I become a fucking sex addict?
I go to my bedroom to change out of my basketball shorts. I throw on a pair of jeans and put on my tennis shoes. I’m not planning on skating, so it doesn’t really matter what I wear.
Not too much later, I pull into the parking lot. I haven’t been to a skating rink since I was in high school. It brings back some great memories. Life was so much simpler as a teenager. All I cared about was my family, football, and fucking.
I step inside the rink and scan the area for my girl. It doesn’t take long before I spot her. My heart does that fuckin’ flipping thing in my chest as I watch her.
She’s in a deep
I reach the skating rink a few minutes later and see the minibus from the home and my brother’s car. I don’t see Gabe’s car yet. He was originally supposed to come pick me up, but he’s finalizing terms for a deal he’s making. I hope he gets to come.
After grabbing the boxes out of the back, I make my way toward the entrance, where I’m met by Jordan. He grabs the two boxes on top and holds the door for me as we head inside.
“Mom’s been chomping at the bit for you to get here. I told her she’s starting to give me a complex.” We both laugh because if I were here first, she’d be the same way to me about Jordan. Our mom’s a bit of a drama queen, but she’s our drama queen.
The music and lights haven’t been turned on yet, but the rink did just open about ten minutes ago. I follow Jordan to our group in the party room.
“Jazzy!” I smile as several of the residents holler my name.
I set the cupcakes down as my mom comes to greet me. “Hi, Mom.” She wraps her arms around me.
“Hi, my baby girl.” I close my eyes and hug her tight. She doesn’t call me that often, but I love when she does. “Where’s your friend?”
“He should be here soon. He had some work to do first.”
I called my mom last night to give her a heads up. She doesn’t do well with surprises. She gets really nervous and it can turn bad really quick. The last time I surprised her and it turned bad, I was a freshman in high school. I brought a friend home from school, forgetting that my mom would be home.
My mom was sitting in the living room and when she saw us, she ran over and started talking a mile a minute. She got so excited she began to stutter and my friend laughed. My mom cried and yelled at us. It broke my heart and I never talked to that girl again. Of course, I got teased at school for a few weeks for having the retarded mom—their words, not mine. When the other teens saw it didn’t bother me, they quit doing it. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the girls were all gaga over my brother.
Last night, she had a million and one questions about Gabe. The question she wanted the answer to the most was if he was handsome. I, of course, told her he was. I didn’t tell her he was my boyfriend, only because I don’t know if I should put a label on it. For all I know, we could be just friends with benefits. I shake those thoughts from my mind and say hi to everyone.
Chapter Eight
Gabe
I finish my business call and shut down my computer. Thank God it ended earlier than planned. Now I won’t be that late. I don’t relish the idea of hanging out in a loud skating rink, but, at this point, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Jasmine. She’s ingrained herself inside of me and I’ve become a junkie for her.
I’ve always loved women, but none of them have been the total package. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and funny and has a body that was built for fucking. Fuck, I get half-hard just thinking about her and the feel of her tight pussy hugging my cock.
I look down and sure enough, my dick is hard. I look at my phone and ignore the urge to jerk off. I’m gonna wait until I can be balls deep inside of her. When did I become a fucking sex addict?
I go to my bedroom to change out of my basketball shorts. I throw on a pair of jeans and put on my tennis shoes. I’m not planning on skating, so it doesn’t really matter what I wear.
Not too much later, I pull into the parking lot. I haven’t been to a skating rink since I was in high school. It brings back some great memories. Life was so much simpler as a teenager. All I cared about was my family, football, and fucking.
I step inside the rink and scan the area for my girl. It doesn’t take long before I spot her. My heart does that fuckin’ flipping thing in my chest as I watch her.
She’s in a deep
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