Robbie
It’s a date
Drive safely
Mutt worries about you
“Oh my god.” Vale sighs, reading my screen. “He issointo you and speaking of beingintoyou. Are you ready forhim?”
“More than ever.”
“Go slow. Your hymen has grown back.”
I laugh at the impossibility. “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re still not telling me who your first was?”
“You’re still asking when I’ve moved on to my second?” I turn to her, damn lucky Vale’s the sister I never had. “Tell me how to rock Loch’s world. How to keep him coming back for more.”
“Easy”—she grins—“just keep him coming.”
“But how? Use that textbook brain, and be specific.”
She arches a brow. “Have you ever been on top?”
I blink. “No.”
She grabs my hand. “Okay, so, get on top and put one knee up, but keep the other down. It’s called the Sun Worship position. It puts him deep inside you while he can watch it. It’ll drive him insane to see your tits bouncing while you rub your clit and make sure you come first. Then, ride him fast and hard until he gets this trapped look. Like you’re taking him to heaven, and he wants to die inside your pussy. You’ll see it on his neck. His veins will pop, right before his cock pops off. That’s when you start riding him so damn slow. Oh, and squeeze your pussy. Milk his cock while he comes.”
I arch a brow. “Milk? His. Cock.”
She may as well be telling me to milk a cow. Cow or cock: I have no experience with them.
“You’ll see. You’ll feel it.” Her smile grows. “I have a hunch you’re going to feel everything with Loch.”
Two hours later,I kiss my dad’s cheek goodbye before giving him a big squeeze. “Love you. You drive me crazy, but… I love you.”
He mutters into my hair. “I had you when I was so young; I’m still figuring this shit out, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I angle back, grinning. “You’re still the best dad in the world.” I turn to Nadine. “And you? You’re too young to be my grandmother, but I love you like one.”
Nadine wraps me in a warm hug. “You make me proud as punch, and your mama would be too.” She whispers in my ear, “You have her strength. Don’t ever forget it.”
I feel it, blinking back sudden tears.
My dad’s not perfect, and Nadine isn’t my blood family, but the warmth flooding me is love.
Love that bubbles in my veins as I drive home toward the mountains, toward Loch. It’s pouring rain, but I don’t care. The hours fly by.
Pulling into the parking lot of my favorite convenience store at the bottom of the mountain, I park and run inside, dodging raindrops. “Hey, Jesse!” I call out, aiming for my cup of happy.
“Uh, hi… RangerAllen.”
It’s odd. Jesse usually calls me Alena, so I turn to see him standing behind the counter, his nervous stare shifting to the man standing by the lottery tickets.
Clad in black hiking pants and a base layer T-shirt, the older man is dressed to fit in, but he doesn’t. There’s an air about him. It’s foreign. Elegant. Evil.
I scan his form.No gun.But he has Jesse on edge, while the man cracks a pistachio open with his teeth.
