“Shut up, Cooper! I’ll bet you’ve never even seen a pussy,” Del Moro snaps angrily.
Clay glares back at him.
“He’s staring at one right now,” I note.
“You fucking bitch,” Del Moro snaps, leaning over to reach for me, but Josh and Clay stand.
Josh pushes Del Moro away to create some more distance between us. “Don’t you dare touch her,” he warns in a tone I’ve never heard from him before.
“Yeah, rookie, fuck off. Or do we need to file a complaint with HR and make your cop career a very short one? I bet they always need security guards at supermarkets. What do you think, Josh?” Clay adds.
“I think he would make an awesome security guard.” Josh grins back.
“Oh look, Lee is into fat, poor, emo girls. Did you know that, Taylor?” Del Moro mocks. Then he leans down to me, telling me in a softer tone, “They are not going to be there all the time, Costa. I can’t wait for the next time your uncle is letting a bit loose.” He winks at me before storming off.
“The same reason you watch porn.” Clay snickers, sitting back down.
“You okay?” Josh asks, cupping my face with concern in his eyes.
“Sure,” I say, but there’s an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
THIRTY-THREE
“Hey, my love,”I whisper, still half-asleep.
Clay’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to a comforting, warm chest.
“Hey, babe, I’m sorry I woke you,” Clay apologizes, planting a gentle kiss on the back of my neck.
“No, please wake me up. I always sleep better when I know you’re right beside me,” I say, turning to hug him tightly.
I press my lips to his forehead and take in a deep breath, savoring the scent of his ginger-eucalyptus shampoo. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower. “I miss you, love. Late shifts are tough.”
He holds me tighter. “I know, I’m sorry. Just a few more weeks,” he reassures me.
The room is enveloped in darkness, but the soft glow of the streetlamps outside casts a gentle light through the windows, just enough so I can see his eyes.
I gently cup his cheek and stroke it with my thumb. “How was your day?”
“Nothing that I haven’t already texted you, but Carolina was absolutely hilarious today. She…” Clay starts, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I smirk knowingly. “You like her, don’t you?”
He looks at me with wide eyes, slightly caught off guard. “No, I mean, yes, but not like that. She’s just fun to be around,” he clarifies, defending himself.
I let my thumb trace over his bottom lip gently. “You can tell me, you know that. Is she someone you’d like to invite?”
Clay lowers his gaze. “I don’t know. Josh would probably kill us.”
I nod. “It’s possible he would have a problem with that.” I smirk. “She’s not your usual type.”
Clay tends to be attracted to tall, blonde, model-like girls, while I lean more toward the cute and curvy type. But since that is mostly not the type of girl who is into an arrangement like ours, we stick to Clay’s preferences. Not that I am complaining.
“I know. She’s not what I’d typically go for. She is fucking cute, though, and she has that radiance. I don’t know, it’s just… there’s something about her, you know? Maybe it’s her sassy mouth.” Then he admits, “I want to spank her ’til she is a good girl for me so badly.”
I think about Carolina’s fine-as-fuck dump truck and agree wholeheartedly with the spanking.
I let my hand wander to his throat, gently squeezing it. “Oh, so my boy wants a good girl?” I ask, my gaze fixed on his lips.
