“Stay on Nair.”
“Right,” he muttered. “I finish with Knight, I’m on Nick.”
“After what I saw, I’m beginning to miss Nick. He’s boring but he’s not gross.”
Creed grinned at me.
My eyes dropped to his mouth then my body angled across the cab, I grabbed him at both sides of his head, pulled him to me and kissed him hard, wet, hot and long.
I let him go, grabbed the shit I stowed and threw open the door, muttering, “Later.”
“Later, baby,” I heard him mutter back.
I sashayed to my car and I did it deliberately. I felt his eyes on me as I went and they felt f**king great. I got in, settled in and he pulled out. My car was too low to see him as he drove by which was a shame.
I sucked back mostly melted malt which still tasted great and turned my eyes to the house.
Ten minutes later, Amy left and drove away.
Half an hour after that, Nair got in his ridiculously yellow Lotus and drove away.
I followed.
* * * * *
Hours later, I sat on my barstool, sipping beer, watching Creed play pool and thinking.
I was thinking about what I saw earlier. Creed walking into Charlene’s house with a bucket of chicken and a bag of fixin’s, all of which made the kids and Charlene, who not only didn’t have to cook but also didn’t have to pay for it, go wild.
I was thinking of taking turns with Charlene hanging around the corner of the doorway in order to watch Creed, with not only Adam but also Leslie, in the bathroom.
I was thinking he had a lot of patience, a lot of good humor and I hadn’t heard Adam or Leslie laugh that much since their Dad left.
I was thinking of sitting on the couch in front of the window in Charlene’s living room with Theo climbing over me, Charlene beside me and watching Creed’s ass as he bent over the opened hood of her car. And I did this while thinking how much cooler it was in her house now that the windows were open and the breeze could get through.
I was thinking I liked all I was thinking about.
Shit.
I stopped thinking when I saw Creed put the end of his pool cue down, give his opponent a look and lift his hand, palm up.
The dude was pissed. He should be. He lost.
He said a few words to Creed that only a blind person would miss were angry and Creed showed no reaction whatsoever.
Total badass.
Bills were passed over without a whole lot of sportsmanlike conduct.
Creed turned from the pool table without a backward glance, walked down the steps and crossed the bar to me. He stopped in front of me and shoved the bills down my tank, straight into the cup of my bra.
I felt my cl*t swell along with my ni**les.
He dipped his face close, his eyes never leaving me.
“Time to go home, baby.”
Fuck yeah, it was.