doesn’t fall into the just sex part of our relationship. Sorry.”
“I know, and you wouldn’t be meeting her. You can even stay in the car. I just want to lay some flowers on her grave.”
*****
Ronnie wanted to slap herself in the face for being such a stupid bitch. This guy who had annoyingly wedged his way into her life was asking her to go with him to visit his grandmother’s grave site and she was being completely insensitive. Did she want to go? Fuck no. The thought of being in a car for four hours sounded torturous, and spending time at a cemetery wasn’t on her list of enjoyable activities. But there was a sadness in Kale’s eyes that was hauntingly beautiful and she could tell that he didn’t want to go alone. Damn it.
“Fuck…okay, I’ll go with you but I have a shop meeting at 10:30 tomorrow morning so we can’t leave until around noon.”
Kale’s dimple appeared. “Thank you.” The words mirrored his smile as he scooped her back into his arms. His bare chest and tight arms held her so tightly that they squeezed all thoughts from her head leaving only the need she had for him. She slipped her hands over the sharp angles of his hips and over the deep mountains of his stomach. She titled her head up, ran her tongue over the stubble of his chin and tasted his salty skin. He groaned and she felt his erection spring back to life against her stomach. She couldn’t help trying her luck one last time so she slid her hand down his shorts and grabbed his thick length in her hand.
“Baby…” Kale started to protest and he gently pulled her hand up out of his shorts.
As per her usual, Jordan took that moment to come bounding through the door, interrupting them once again. “Oh, um…sorry…”
Kale leaned down and whispered in Ronnie’s ear, “Now I’m all wound up.”
“Serves you right for denying me,” she smirked.
“Alright, Sweetheart,” he laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After Kale walked out of the locker room, Jordan fixed her wide eyed arched eyebrows at Ronnie.
“Don’t even.” Ronnie spat.
“Alright, alright.”
“So what’s up, you looked like you were on a mission when you stormed in here.”
“Oh…yeah…well…”
“Spit it out Jordan,” Ronnie reprimanded, taking her annoyance for her sexual frustration out on Jordan.
“Mic called, he’s been trying to get a hold of you.”
“At 7:45 in the morning? I didn’t know Mic knew how to function this early in the morning. What did he want?”
“Well, um…”
Ronnie just narrowed her eyes at her friend; she seriously needed to get on with it already.
“Brandon has been calling the shop and now he has started calling Mic’s cell phone.” Her voice held an apology as if her words would slice open an old wound. They kind of did.
“When the fuck did Brandon start calling the shop? And why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“A few days ago, but Mic took care of it. He didn’t want you to get upset and he told that son of a bitch to leave you the hell alone. He had his calls blocked from the shop line, but now that he is trying to get a hold of you through his cell phone, Mic thought you should know.”
“Fucking asshole. Okay, thanks Jordy.”
“You alright?” she asked softly, and Ronnie hated that Jordan had commiseration toward her.
Ronnie planted an indifferent expression on her face and strutted toward the locker room door. “Yep, I’m good.” And she was going to be, even if it fucking killed her.
*****
“So you want to explain to me why you thought it was fucking smart to keep the little fact that Brandon was blowing up the shop phone from me?” Ronnie asked as she stormed into Mic’s room. Everyone else was gone for the night so it was finally safe for Ronnie to unleash her wrath. She couldn’t believe her best friend would hide the fact that her ex-fiancé was repeatedly calling. And what pissed her off even more was that she wanted to know what Brandon wanted. She didn’t
“I know, and you wouldn’t be meeting her. You can even stay in the car. I just want to lay some flowers on her grave.”
*****
Ronnie wanted to slap herself in the face for being such a stupid bitch. This guy who had annoyingly wedged his way into her life was asking her to go with him to visit his grandmother’s grave site and she was being completely insensitive. Did she want to go? Fuck no. The thought of being in a car for four hours sounded torturous, and spending time at a cemetery wasn’t on her list of enjoyable activities. But there was a sadness in Kale’s eyes that was hauntingly beautiful and she could tell that he didn’t want to go alone. Damn it.
“Fuck…okay, I’ll go with you but I have a shop meeting at 10:30 tomorrow morning so we can’t leave until around noon.”
Kale’s dimple appeared. “Thank you.” The words mirrored his smile as he scooped her back into his arms. His bare chest and tight arms held her so tightly that they squeezed all thoughts from her head leaving only the need she had for him. She slipped her hands over the sharp angles of his hips and over the deep mountains of his stomach. She titled her head up, ran her tongue over the stubble of his chin and tasted his salty skin. He groaned and she felt his erection spring back to life against her stomach. She couldn’t help trying her luck one last time so she slid her hand down his shorts and grabbed his thick length in her hand.
“Baby…” Kale started to protest and he gently pulled her hand up out of his shorts.
As per her usual, Jordan took that moment to come bounding through the door, interrupting them once again. “Oh, um…sorry…”
Kale leaned down and whispered in Ronnie’s ear, “Now I’m all wound up.”
“Serves you right for denying me,” she smirked.
“Alright, Sweetheart,” he laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After Kale walked out of the locker room, Jordan fixed her wide eyed arched eyebrows at Ronnie.
“Don’t even.” Ronnie spat.
“Alright, alright.”
“So what’s up, you looked like you were on a mission when you stormed in here.”
“Oh…yeah…well…”
“Spit it out Jordan,” Ronnie reprimanded, taking her annoyance for her sexual frustration out on Jordan.
“Mic called, he’s been trying to get a hold of you.”
“At 7:45 in the morning? I didn’t know Mic knew how to function this early in the morning. What did he want?”
“Well, um…”
Ronnie just narrowed her eyes at her friend; she seriously needed to get on with it already.
“Brandon has been calling the shop and now he has started calling Mic’s cell phone.” Her voice held an apology as if her words would slice open an old wound. They kind of did.
“When the fuck did Brandon start calling the shop? And why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“A few days ago, but Mic took care of it. He didn’t want you to get upset and he told that son of a bitch to leave you the hell alone. He had his calls blocked from the shop line, but now that he is trying to get a hold of you through his cell phone, Mic thought you should know.”
“Fucking asshole. Okay, thanks Jordy.”
“You alright?” she asked softly, and Ronnie hated that Jordan had commiseration toward her.
Ronnie planted an indifferent expression on her face and strutted toward the locker room door. “Yep, I’m good.” And she was going to be, even if it fucking killed her.
*****
“So you want to explain to me why you thought it was fucking smart to keep the little fact that Brandon was blowing up the shop phone from me?” Ronnie asked as she stormed into Mic’s room. Everyone else was gone for the night so it was finally safe for Ronnie to unleash her wrath. She couldn’t believe her best friend would hide the fact that her ex-fiancé was repeatedly calling. And what pissed her off even more was that she wanted to know what Brandon wanted. She didn’t
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