Page 37 of Make or Break

He laughed out loud. “I love…it.”

If he almost said ‘you’ that would be weird and not at the same time.

“What do you love?” I asked.

“Your reaction. It’s definitely different.”

My expression twisted as I put it together. “You mean the bitch had a different reaction.”

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to bring her up.”

It took effort, but I suppressed my urge to sigh. “Right. She’s been here. Where are we?”

“My mom’s.”

I choked on my own spit. “What?” I said when I had myself together.

“It’s a house, Mick.”

“You brought me to your mom’s to have sex? I haven’t even met her.” I dropped my voice an octave. “Hello Mrs. Banks, so lovely to meet you. Hope you didn’t see my hand prints on your counters.”

“I don’t fuck on counters. She’s on a cruise for the next two weeks.”

“Still?”

He nodded. “And I’m the house-sitter. Had to come out here, might as well bring you with me. You’re gonna flip your lid when you see her kitchen. Let’s go.”

We went into the larger (though not by much) of the two buildings. It had a double-door entry and the foyer was even wider. The hardwood oak flooring ran through the entire first floor. A spacious kitchen featured a gray granite breakfast bar that had four cushion-backed barstools in front of it. This gave way to a huge living room. To one side, there was a flat screen television mounted on the wall with sleek white cabinets situated beneath it. Next to the cabinets was a built in wet bar. On the opposite side there was a patio that overlooked a pool and beyond the pool I caught glimpses of the river.

I shot Tundra a sly smile. “Did you bring your high school girlfriends here?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t grow up in this house. We moved to Jacksonville when Brandy and I were in middle school. Lived in a decent suburb in a three-bedroom, three-bath house.”

“Okay. Did your parents win the lottery or something?”

He grinned. “No. Dad owned a car dealership up in Georgia. He sold that, moved down here, and ran another dealership. He had money, but he didn’t trust it to last. We lived modest, and he kept socking his money away. Not long before it was time to call it quits, he built a house he and mom would love.”

I looked around the vast space nodding. “I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t love living here.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Yeah. You wanna see the kitchen or do you want to fuck? If we’re fucking, are we doing that on a bed or the couch?”

I ran my hands up his chest. Hands down, I wanted to fuck because I needed his cock in the worst way. My toys were not up to the task of satisfying me like he could.

“I guess it has to be the couch because I don’t know where the laundry room is around here.”

He laughed. “Babe. We could throw a rager and the cleaning service will deal with it. Not to mention, I know where the laundry room is and all the shit to get a load done.”

A thought hit me. “Should we be concerned about one of the brothers coming around here?”

“Only two brothers know about this place. Cal, because I saw his set up for his boat, and at the time, Dad was looking for a company to install something similar. Cal hasn’t actually been here and doesn’t have the address. Punc knows about it because we’re tight, and he helped out when Dad passed.”

I liked this. It was a beautiful place situated in an even more gorgeous landscape, and if you didn’t know where to turn, you wouldn’t know it was here.

“One last thing. Is there food? You have a way of wearing me out, which works up my appetite.”

He smiled. “Not sure why I did it at the time, but I stocked up the fridge the day before yesterday. Now I’m glad I did.”

“Me, too, sir. It’s time to get busy.”