Licked (Getting Dirty #3) - Tory Baker Page 0,6
your number too. This Thursday, if you’re not busy, I’m taking you out,” I tell her.
“Oh, are you?” She’s got a gleam in her eye. Something makes me think Berkley will make me work for it.
“Yeah, I sure as hell am.” My eyes dart back to Sienna. She’s closing a book, which tells me our time alone is coming to an end.
“You better not keep me out too late. I’ll turn into a pumpkin.” She winks. Berkley pulls away. I mourn the loss of feeling her skin against mine, but I know it’s because Sienna is making her way towards us.
“Uncle Ry-Ry, I’m ready for a snack. No offense, Miss Jennings, but school lunch isn’t as good as what I usually pack.”
“No offense taken. I don’t care for it too much myself. Next time, if we realize it earlier on, we’ll call your mom or uncle. Deal?” Berkley stoops down so she’s on eye level with Sienna.
“Deal.” She shakes Berkley’s hand, then goes to grab her bag.
“Did Melody forget to pack her lunch?” I ask because that’s usually not the case. Sienna is that weird child who will eat anything, and if Melody gets busy with work, I’ll set aside her lunch the night before, and all she has to do is put it in Sienna’s bag.
“Nope, she said it was left in the car. I paid for her lunch, and we were on our merry way, but I’m sure it didn’t hold her over, what with her not eating all of her food like she surely normally does.”
“You’d be right about that. Do you have your phone handy?” I ask her, knowing damn sure I’ll be wanting to check in on her before our date in three more days.
“Yes, let me go grab it.” Berkley turns to head to her desk, where I’m assuming her phone must be, and I watch her ass the entire fucking way.
“Uncle Ry-Ry, I’m watching you,” Sienna whispers.
“I bet you are.” I wink at her. We both watch as Berkley comes back. We exchange phone numbers, with me making sure I call myself from her phone, not willing to leave this up to chance.
“I’ll be seeing you, Berkley,” I promise. Not being able to touch her one last time is damn near impossible. I won’t do that in front of Sienna though.
“Okay.” She walks us to her classroom door, letting us out, then it’s a date with my niece. But I damn sure won’t be forgetting the honey-blond-haired beauty with hazel eyes and lush fucking lips anytime soon.
Five
Berkley
I make it home, slamming the apartment door behind me, throwing my bag on the kitchen table before I round the corner, going straight for the freezer. Most people would think since I’m an elementary school teacher, I’ll be prim and proper. Maybe I’m going for the ice cream, and I will. Later, much later. Right now, I need a shot. Or two. Maybe three. My emotions will get the best of me if I don’t calm my shit before making a much-needed phone call to my girl gang.
The coconut-flavored rum I just sucked back helps calm my nerves. I rest my forehead on the granite countertop, hoping it helps cool me down while the liquor works its magic. I can’t believe Ryder strode into my classroom today, and I can’t believe I thought he was married or had a girlfriend. Even when I felt him pressed up against me, I refused to let my thoughts wander down that rabbit hole. Tonight, though, all bets are off. My battery-operated boyfriend and I will most definitely be in action.
After a few more moments and one more shot, I take myself to the master bedroom. Aspen didn’t take a whole lot with her when she and Jasper moved into their new home. Not that our styles mesh all that great, but beggars can’t be choosers and free is free. I still help her at Vintage Threads on Saturdays, and we still have girls’ night and vacations when all of us can swing it.
The bedroom, though, is most definitely my style with its modern farmhouse vibes, blush bedspread, and floral accents. It’s freaking heavenly. I rip my sweater up and off my body, dying to get out of my bra, then slip out of my shoes and leggings. A tingle spreads through my body. There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold off until tonight. My nipples are pebbled, and I can already feel how wet I am