Page 92 of Stroked Hard
“Can you not say pussy so loud?”
“Pussy,” I shout, drawing the attention of others.
Slapping my chest, she chastises me and laughs. “Hollis.”
I laugh out loud, holding the spot where she playfully swatted. “Honestly, Hot Sex, you should really know better by now. Big Daddy doesn’t listen very well. He’s a smart-ass at his finest . . . with a giant dong.”
Shaking her head, mirth in her eyes, she says, “Yeah, smart-ass cocky bastard.”
I wink. “Lethal combination for a randy woman like yourself.” Looking around, I say, “Want to suck my cock in the pit instead?”
“I’m leaving.”
Laughing out loud, I chase after her. “I was only kidding, you can suck my cock on the platform, last offer.”
“Noah Calhoun would be so disappointed in you.”
“Pretty sure he would high-five me. Bros stick together, baby.” Turning toward the mats, I say, “Now count off for me, I have twenty of each dive to complete.” With that, I get in position, take a deep breath and jump up into a tuck position and land on the mat. Turning to Melony, I’m instantly awarded by an awed, yet lustful look in her eyes.
Tomorrow I might pay for kicking Holly out of practice, but I’m sure as hell making up for it right now with Melony watching me. It was worth it.
Chapter Twenty
MELONY
Hollis: Be ready by six, Hot Sex.
Hollis: P.S. wear something slutty.
Hollis: P.S.S. don’t actually wear something slutty. I don’t feel like beating the shit out of people tonight.
Hollis: P.S.S.S. I missed you today. From now on, you must send me a picture of you at least sometime during the day so I can see your gorgeous face.
Hollis: P.S to infinity, take a selfie with me tonight? I want it as a screensaver on my phone. Can’t wait to kiss that perfect mouth of yours. XOXO
All right, so the man can text, I will give him that. With every text he sent, my smile grew. Is this what it feels like to be in a relationship with someone? Constantly smiling like an idiot at a piece of electronics? If so, we must all look like a bunch of lunatics.
I’m going to get Noah Calhouned tonight. I’ve never been romanced; I’ve never really been on a date before. Yeah, I’ve gone out to dinner with a few men, but I’ve never been picked up from my place for a date, or wooed before through text messages. And I’m sure Hollis will hold my hand the whole night because he can’t be a few inches from me without touching me somehow whether it be my lower back, or him guiding me by gripping the back of my neck. He’s not opposed to PDA; he actually thrives off it.
Something he also thrives off? Embarrassing me every chance he gets. It’s the smart-ass in him, and for some reason, I like it. He makes me laugh, puts ease in my heart, makes me feel secure about myself.
When was the last time I ever felt secure about myself?
Never. . .
Even though he seems so perfect, there is that stupid voice in the back of my head trying to insert doubt, trying to make me second-guess everything, but I push her back and tamp her down. It’s time I live in the moment.
My phone rings.
Hollis.
“Hey,” I say, putting him on speakerphone so I can finish curling my hair.
“Hey, baby. Just got out of practice. I’m sore as fuck, so I hope you plan on riding me tonight.”
“Who says I put out on the first date?”
He chuckles. “Believe me, Hot Sex, once Big Daddy is done with you tonight, you’ll be pulling my clothes off with your teeth.”
