Page 60 of Stroked Hard
Instead of giving her the dirty details, I say, “She let me kiss her last night.”
Holly raises an eyebrow at me. “A kiss? You’re this happy over a kiss?”
Fuck yeah, I am. Even if things didn’t get mildly out of control last night, I would have still had this smile on my face, because damn it, Melony let me kiss her last night, and fuck if it didn’t consume me. I took it slow, made sure to tempt her enough to want me more. When I pulled away, from the look in her eyes, I knew I had her just where I wanted her. She’s dangling, waiting for me to make my next move. She won’t know what hit her.
“Yeah, I’m excited about a kiss. Believe me, any crack in that strong façade is in a win for me.”
“Really? What do you think her issue is?”
“What do you mean?” I dry off and put on my mesh shorts and T-shirt. With my hand, I comb my hair to the side, out of my face.
“I hate to stroke your ego, because I fear it will get bigger than it already is, but I know you and the pursuit you put into creating a relationship with a woman. It’s hard to believe she wouldn’t want to say yes to you.”
“Aw, sis.” I scruff her hair with my hand. “Look at you paying me a compliment.”
“Don’t touch my hair,” she reprimands, straightening out her messed-up strands. Together we make our way to the weight room where we both workout together. It’s one of the things Holly really enjoys doing. “Seriously though, why is she so closed off?”
I walk beside her wheelchair and try to think of Melony’s cues. Why has she been so resistant to our obvious connection. Nothing really comes to mind besides when we were driving home from Reese’s house. She was upset when I didn’t hold her hand like I said I would. I made a mental note to always follow through on what I promise. That seems to be important.
“Not sure,” I answer, pulling my phone out of my bag to check my messages. “I think there might be something with her past but I can’t quite figure it out. But you better be damn certain I’m going to find out.”
“I have no doubt in my mind you will.”
Holly rolls into the weight room first as I walk in behind her, checking my phone for a message from Melony. I had barely enough time to get the front office to open my condo and let me in before I had to get to practice. This is the first moment of downtime I’ve had.
Melony’s name pops up in bold on my messages. Fuck, yes!
Melony: Pop-tarts? You’re such a gourmet chef. And about that temptation, it was a one-time offer. Too bad you missed out.
Fuck that. It’s not a one-time offer. There is no way in hell. Doesn’t she know me at all? I don’t quit until I get what I want and what I want is Melony in my bed—in my arms—for the rest of my fucking life.
Bold? Yeah, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. When you know, you know. And I fucking know I’m supposed to be with that woman, now I just have to convince her of that.
I type back a response.
Hollis: I didn’t miss out on anything, baby. We’re just beginning.
I’m smiling like a dickhead, my head attached to my phone when I bump into a broad shoulder. Looking up, I see Reese with his phone in his hand as well. Nodding at him, I ask, “Texting your girl?”
“What do you think?”
Leaning a little forward, I answer, “Sexting for sure. Send her a pic of your weenie?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because it will look bigger on the phone.” Where is my drum set to ring off my joke?
“Fuck off.” Grabbing my phone out of my hands, he asks, “Who are you talking to.”
“No one,” I answer, pulling my phone back just in time to feel the vibration of Melony’s reply.
Raising a knowing eyebrow at me, Reese says, “No one? Seems like someone since you are being a girl about holding your phone.”
“I’m not being a girl, I just don’t want you to think you can take a picture of your small dick on my phone. My phone can only zoom in so far, Reese.”
Shaking his head, he calls out to Holly. “Hey Holls, Hollis just told me he’s excited about weighted box jumps.” He smirks at me, knowing damn well weighted box jumps are the devil’s workout.
“If she makes me—”
