Rounding Third - Michelle Lynn Page 0,68
paid for these perfect tits?”
“Well, don’t be ashamed to admit you’re not authentic.”
The picture disappears.
“Done. Happy now?”
“Extremely. This is my warning, Kendra. Don’t fuck with my life, and Ella is my life.”
“Whatever. You’ll be back for seconds.”
“I never took firsts,” I say to myself into the silence since she hung up on me.
Relieved that the picture is off, I say screw my calculus work and go downstairs where there’s obviously a party going on.
Salsa music plays from Saucey’s Bluetooth speaker, and he’s dancing with Jen close to his body. His leg is weaved between her legs as she grinds it. Once she dips back and he places his lips right between her breasts, I jog the rest of the way out of the living room and move into the kitchen.
“I swear, those two,” I say. I stop in my tracks.
Ella’s hair is pulled up into a bun, and she keeps twirling her ankle as she’s bent over the counter, looking at her phone. She glances up at me, smiling immediately, and a comfortableness washes over me, like we’ve been back together for years instead of two hours.
“She’s worthless.” She shakes her head and moves back down to her phone. “I see she’s removed the photo.”
No sign of reaction. How about some respect for my miracle work?
“Yeah”—I round the counter of the island, coming up behind her—“I worked my magic.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, her thumb swiping the screen on the phone.
She’s oblivious to my clear erection poking through her yoga pants.
Winding my hands around her sides, I move up until I have her tits firmly in my hands.
Her phone drops to the counter.
“Is that what it takes to get your attention?”
“I’m playing hard to get.” She stands, her hand moving back and landing on my neck.
My lips meet the tender skin under her hairline, a spot I remember would drive her crazy back in high school.
“Mmm,” she mumbles.
The small sounds of her pleasure spur my hands to venture further. My right hand snakes down the front of her pants. Her back melts into me, and I nip at her skin.
“Tonight, you’re sleeping in my bed with me. I’m going to show you all the sex scenes I’ve beaten off to for the past two years. It’s always been you, El,” I whisper.
A tortured moan rumbles out of her mouth.
“Jesus. Is this the way it’s going to be for the next two weeks?” Brax rolls his eyes and walks over to the fridge. Grabbing a beer, he pops off the cap and leans against the counter.
“Mind?” I say.
Ella twists out of my hold, and my hand is ripped away from her wet, warm, and inviting pussy.
“Not at all. I’ll join in if you want.” He props up onto the counter, downing another sip of his beer.
“No small cocks, but thanks for inquiring,” Ella says.
I crack up, pointing my finger at him.
He picks up a roll from the counter and throws it at me. “Crosby knows the size of my cock, and believe me, sweetheart, it isn’t small.”
He winks, and Ella shoots him her classic ew look.
“It is true then? You compare your dicks in the shower?” Ella pulls out a tray of mostaccioli from the oven and places it on the stove.
“Come on, Ella. I get you don’t want Crosby to be upset, but he deserves to know the truth.” He jumps down from the counter, his footsteps growing closer to her. “Tell him my dick is bigger.”
He kisses her cheek, and she circles to move away.
“Fuck you.” I take the roll he threw at me and nail him in the forehead.
He starts to laugh, and Ella shakes her head, adding more sauce to the pasta. She sprinkles cheese on it and places it back in the oven.
“Man, you used to be easier to get a rise out of. You’d have fallen for that during our senior year, for sure,” Brax says, opening the fridge. Pulling a beer out, he slides it across the island.
“Yeah, probably. I trust my girl.” I wink over to her, and she smiles before leaning against the counter.
“It’s official. Those screams in the quarry mean you’re together again?” He takes the seat on the stool by the island.
Again, Ella and I share a look.
“Yeah,” I answer.
Ella’s face flushes.
“Is this, like, undercover from Beltline? Because my mom called me this morning to ask a million questions about Crosby’s return and if I’ve seen him with Ella.”
“Jesus,” Ella says. “I hate and love that town in one breath.”
She walks over