Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,60
say. Dad breeds for a sixty-five to a seventy day cycle. I might be able to get away here and there once the birthing starts, but it will off and on. I won’t be able to give you any notice. A quick call to say I’m coming into town will be about it.”
My head rests on his chest. “We’re only getting started. This sucks.”
“Yeah, it sure does,” he says as he holds me. We stay for a while, holding each other. “Let’s go. I’m tempted to spend the day seeing how fast I can get you to come using only my mouth on your nipples, but sadly, a man needs food. I can’t wait to see your face when you try it. You do like barbeque, don’t you?” The boyish grin appears, complete with dimples.
I love it when he gets so excited.
“You’re kidding, right? I love barbeque. I don’t know anything about Texas barbeque, but I love southern barbeque. Chicago has tons of b-cue joints.”
“Really? What kind of sauce do you like?”
“We have sweet sauce.”
“Oh Darlin’. I am so sorry. Sweet sauce is for amateurs.” Enclosing his huge hand around mine, he walks to the door, “You better grab a jacket and some shades. It gets kinda nippy on the bike.”
Pulling my jacket from the closet, I say, “What’s Texas sauce like?”
“I’ll show you.” He pulls me into his arms, kissing my lips. “Let’s go.”
As we walk out the door and make our way down the hall, Jerrod is stepping out of Karen’s door and into the hall. Wearing the same clothes as last night, he smiles sheepishly, “Hi Amber.”
Yeah. Busted.
“Hey Jerrod.” I smile with a tiny wave.
Karen opens the door, with a huge grin and properly just-fucked hair. “Jerrod, I didn’t get my-” Looking completely mortified when she sees Tommy and I standing in the hall, she closes her robe and falters, “Uh, hey, Amber.”
“Hey Karen.” Smiling, I turn to Tommy saying, “I forgot my shades.” Tommy follows me back to my room, and I stand, waiting.
“What are you doin’, darlin’?” He tilts his head to look at me. “I thought you needed your shades.”
Patting my pocket, I say, “Nope, got ‘em right here. I’m giving them a minute to say goodbye without an audience.” I circle my arms around his neck and say, “Wanna make-out for a few?”
“Darlin’, I could spend the day kissin’ you.”
We take our time macking on each other for more than a few minutes, and I say, “Ok, let’s go.”
“Give it a sec,” he says in a low raspy voice.
“What?” I ask looking up at him. “Give what a sec?”
“Wood, darlin’,” he says, smiling down at me.
“Wood?” I ask. What the hell is he talking about? The light bulb goes on, and I look down, admiring a formidable erection.
“If you’re going to be kissin’ on me like that, rubbin’ those sweet tits all over me, it’s gonna happen.” He shrugs, grinning.
“Oh.” I smile and walk to the fridge for a bottled water. Taking a few sips, I walk back and draw my eyes up, “Maybe we should stay here.”
“Food, woman. Food.” He sighs. “Give me your jacket.”
Opening the door, he pulls me down the hall, my jacket draped strategically over his arm, and into the elevator. Leaning against the wall, he smiles. “You love this don’t you?”
“A little, yeah.” The edges my mouth curves up in a silent delight as I study the elevator panel.
We cross the lobby and step outside. The weather is totally cooperating. It’s a sunny, crisp day, not too hot, not too cold. A small breeze is blowing. The sky is a wonderful clear blue, not a cloud to be seen. Handing my jacket to me, he hops onto the bike. I swing my leg over, snuggle into his back, and he pulls out.
The drive to the restaurant whizzes by. Filled with winding roads, sunshine, and wild flowers. It is the perfect ride, snuggled into Tommy’s back, enjoying the wind in my face, and the warmth from the sun.
The restaurant is nestled in a bunch of trees, at the bottom of a hill. The rustic building spouts a sign reading “It’s Bar B Que Time” and an American flag, the Texas state flag and the school flag. We walk in, and the smell of spicy barbeque hits us right in the face. My mouth waters clearly out of reflex. It smells unbelievable.
The hostess greets us, “Hey, y’all. Table for two?” She blinks rapidly, smiling up into Tommy’s face.