Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,108

hoping it will be soon.

“I don’t think your argument will hold up in a court of law.” I wink as I chug my coffee. It feels good going down, cold and sweet, and right about now, I’m craving my bed. A brief visual of Scarlett’s naked body lying on top of mine, her neck arched back, that waterfall of blood red hair dripping down her back, her hips bouncing over me, sweat trickling between her tits, riding me hard as if trying to punish me with her—

“Are you stoned or something?” she snips, physically irate over the idea I might be lost in a chemically altered state.

“No.” I try to shake that visual out of my head, but she’s still there, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing.

“Okay, well, knock it off. I don’t like it. You’re creeping me out. If I’m being honest, the entire lot of you Tobermans creep me out. No offense to Knox and Trixie, but that thing they do where they communicate without speaking? It’s a little creepy, a little too sci-fi for me. And your mom?” She shakes her head. Her eyes dart into the darkness as if she’s truly perplexed by the woman, and she should be. “There is just something about her. She’s nice enough—I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“You don’t think she’s good enough for your father?” It comes out inquisitive more than it ever does accusatory, but her eyes round out as if I’ve just declared war.

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what all of this protest is getting at, right?” I don’t know if it’s my growing fatigue or some real need to cut to the quick, but a part of me wants to call her out on it. “You think your father deserves someone better. It can’t be your mom because she’s been remarried for years.” A hot bite of acid detonates in the pit of my stomach. For the life of me, I don’t know why I’m nailing her to a wall—maybe because the more that pornographic fantasy plays out in my mind, I really do want to nail her to a wall. I can still see her there, grinding out a heated rhythm over my dick, switching it up and landing her sweet ass right over my face.

She takes a sip and laughs a dark, fatalistic warning. “Leave my mother out of this.”

“Why should we? My mom is in it. Fair is fair.”

Her head cocks to the side, those glowing green orbs narrow down to nothing as she slits my throat with her stare. “Anybody ever tell you you’re a dick?”

“Rexy! You lucky, lucky guy!” a female voice shrills from behind, and I turn in time to catch Savannah Anderson as she lands on my lap. When I first met Savannah, I was convinced she was a blonde cheerleading goddess, but as time went on, I’m convinced she’s a blonde cheerleading gnat that I can’t seem to shake. Her obnoxiously loud laugh explodes in my ear. The vodka radiates from her like heat off a summer sidewalk, and I turn my head away to avoid the blast. “Let’s blow this place.” Her finger finds a home over my lips as she bites down on a dirty grin. “Then we can blow each other.” Another round of intoxicated giggles goes off. “It’s been two whole weeks.” I shoot Scarlett a nervous glance, and her mouth rounds out in disgust. “I’m getting rusty, and your little man is getting dusty. I need to sharpen my skills.” She giggles into my neck, and I feel those good vibrations right down to my happy-to-see her balls.

“Little man?” Scarlett’s brows hike with amusement.

“She’s drunk.” I shake my head. “Trust me, there’s nothing little about me.”

“Oh, come on, Goober.” Scarlett gives a deep growl of a laugh, and, crap, here we go. “We both know it’s not the size of the ride. It’s the motion of the ocean. And, wow”—she bleats with that sarcastic drawl of hers she loves to inflect—“two girls inserting your dick into the conversation on the very same night? You are a lucky, lucky guy.”

My eyes snag on the pissed-off redhead sitting across the table, and all hope, all desire to have my dick sucked off by the cheerleader volunteering for the position has vacated the premises.

“Not tonight.” I give Savannah a gentle tap on the thigh until she dismounts, sticking the landing on her feet as if they were springs.

That dimple in her cheek goes off as she continues to