Oh my God. “Yeah.” I pull the front of her shirt down and the skimpy lace bra with it, then tongue her nipple while she works on pushing my pants down, stroking my cock with her long, strong fingers.
“Walker.” She shoves her linen shorts down and steps out then jumps to wrap her legs around me, slides down my cock then uses her own weight as leverage to ride me.
It’s fast and frenzied, and I don’t get time to do more than grunt before my balls get tight, my body tenses and I come as her legs squeeze my hips, and I swallow her cries with a kiss that lengthens the orgasm. Mine anyway.
When she slides down to her feet again, I smile and lay my forehead against hers. “You are…”
She shrugs when I can’t find a word. “A big old ho to drag you into your sister’s basement, but I’m hoping you realize that I have been listening to your aunt talk about vibrators and how the clitoris stimulating panties will change my religion while I’m sitting next to you knowing what… I know about you and I couldn’t take it anymore.” She kisses me again like what she said isn’t just probably one of the best sentences of my life, and a compliment.
I fasten the button on my jeans and tug my shirt down. “I could get you a pair of the panties if you want.”
She moves in close, kisses me hard and then looks into my eyes. “Or you could take me home and stimulate me yourself.”
I don’t need any other encouragement. We’re out of here.
CHAPTERELEVEN
BELLE
It’s been a few days since I’ve seen or talked to Molly and with her wedding coming up, I want to make sure her jitters aren’t getting the best of her. She’s a tough, spunky kind of gal, but wedding prep is hard on the biggest, baddest bridezilla, which Molly isn’t.
I stop at Smoothie, Smoothie, Smooth and buy her a peach mango freeze then drive the eleven blocks to her place. When I climb out of the car, she has the front door open already and comes out, tiptoe running to throw her arms around me. “I thought you died.”
In fairness, it’s been three days since we talked and we never usually go so long, but I had so many houses to show since the Fourth, I didn’t have a spare minute after my morning shower.
I hug her back then hand off her smoothie. “How are things?” She links our arms and we walk to the porch and inside. “Are you buried in wedding details?”
Hunter chuckles. “She is. And it’s got something to do with her BFF doing a slow fade on a day when the caterer called to say they don’t have a cook available on our wedding day.”
“Ooh. Bad news.” But I have tricks for this kind of thing. I smile and pull out my cell, dial and wink at Molly until the voice on the other end answers. “Crawford! It’s Belle.” We’re old friends and he owns a fancy restaurant in the city. We small talk for a second and then I nod at Molly. “Do you remember when we were in Cancun and you wanted to date that chick from the reality show? Who got you that date?” I don’t give him time to answer. “I did.”
“Uh, she smashed my name all over her show when we broke up.”
“But the fact is, I did my part.” I grin and wink again. “And now I need a favor.” I lay it out for him with the date and time and menu. “What do you say, pal?”
“That’s the return favor. All of it?”
“Her smashing your name on TV made your restaurant a go-to destination and a household name.” I’ve called in this favor a time or two.
“This is the last time, Bananabelle.” But he chuckles. “Until next time I guess?”
“I’m going to let you talk to Molly now so you guys can get the details and you can send her one of your fancy contracts.” And he will because Billy Crawford is a stand-up guy.
When Molly hangs up she hugs me again and Hunter smiles, puts his arms around both of us. “I haven’t been able to make her smile in days. You think maybe you could move in with us?”
He’s dressed in gym clothes and there’s a bag by the front door, but apparently he stuck around when the wedding food fell apart.
I laugh and watch him kiss her, reassure her, love her the way I’ve always known love could be, even though I don’t have a whole lot of examples in my life to go by.
“I’m heading for the gym.” But he stops to drop a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you, Belle. You’re amazing.”
When he’s gone, Molly turns to me. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
My skin flushes with heat at her praise. “Billy made a boatload of money off of dating that chick. I can go to that well a few more times before it dries up, so you want him at the shower or at the present opening, just let me know.”
She grins and hugs me again. “Did you date him?”
“Billy?” I shake my head.
