Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“I don’t like to dance.”
“But can you?”
Mirth remains in my tone, “I don’t think the distinction between like and can is important.”
“Uh-huh.” Bunny’s smirk grows extra snarky. “So, you can’t dance either?”
My halfhearted shoulder shrug receives an impish eyeroll.
“Seriously? Neither of you can do anything basic like The Cabbage Patch?” Bunny bends her arms and starts rotating them in a clockwise circle with her legs mimicking the motions. “Or the Butterfly?” Her same bent arms and legs start weaving in and out while she bobs her head to a song only she can hear. “Oh! Oh! What about The White Guy Overbite?” Dramatic biting of her bottom lip is followed by her lifting one leg upward, making finger guns, and rolling them around in a poorly timed circle.
The Kid instantly cuts me a puzzled glance. “That last one’s not really a dance move, is it?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“You two better start practicing something,” our woman demands on an amused grunt. “Because they’re playing live music at the restaurant on Friday, and I expect to dance to it.”
My suggestion is shot pre having another sip of coffee, “How about you dance, and we watch?”
“Me dance with someone else?” Her shoulders bouncing is instant. “If that’s what you want…”
“That’s a lot like teddy bear rims on a Ferrari,” The Kid slyly states at the same time I rest my arm on the counter space directly behind me. “That’s something we never want.”
More chuckles escape on a coffee cup tip of agreement in his direction.
Guy knows exactly how to paint a picture I can fuck with.
Always has.
Even when he was only eighteen comparing a good tint job to a good tit job.
“What were you lookin’ at when we came in?” I casually inquire to him as he hands Rabbit her mug. “Porn?”
“Emails.” The woman we can’t get enough of pecks him with a kiss of gratitude. “First, The Grim Keeper,” he finds Rabbit’s stare, “which is the community newsletter. And why a town of thirty-five people – soon thirty-six because Lulu Jo is apparently pregnant – needs a fucking weekly email chain is a parts manual written in Latin level of mystery to me.”
Airy laughter fills the kitchen, and I lower my fingers to rest on the side of his bare torso.
“Wait,” she suddenly insists on a quirked eyebrow, “don’t you mean you thirty-four soon to be thirty-five?”
“Nope.”
“But-”
“You make thirty-five Rabbit,” I casually remind on a crooked grin. “Might as well get used to callin’ this place home because your sweet ass ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Her faint urge to argue is there, yet she doesn’t.
She simply lets it fade.
Presses her lips together and remains silent in unspoken compliance.
“No part of me believes we need a newsletter, but,” a small headshake escapes, “I read the shit. Every week. Almost religiously.”
“Just small-town habits, Kid.” My coffee inches back towards my lips. “Anything worth noting?”
“Wendy Jo – Lulu’s mom who owns the local diner – ”
“The pie lady,” Rabbit eagerly states, proving she really is setting down some sort of roots.
“Exactly right.” Pride appears in her expression pushing him to continue. “She made sure to have them mention that you should be tipping your waitresses extra well given how scared they are to come to work after that news about the one being found mutilated on the side of the highway with a patch of skin missing from her ass.”
The change in Bunny’s breathing is subtle.
But there.
“And the other email?” I quickly ask, hoping to change topics to prevent our woman from further internal spiraling.
Particularly right after proclaiming she could call this place home.
“Bunny’s car parts are officially in.” He attempts to meet her distracted gaze once more. “Still can’t pick ‘em up ‘til Friday though. Shops too booked.” When she still can’t seem to make eye contact, he angles his face awkwardly to force it. “That okay, baby?”
It’s impossible to ignore the tears in the corner of her eyes that are trying to break past the edges.
No, this waiting to see what’s gonna happen next shit is not okay.
This being hunted by her sonofabitch psycho ex shit is not okay.
And most importantly, having to fear that the piece we’ve been missing all our lives is going to flee just as unannounced as she came is abso-fucking-lutely not okay.
Chapter 18
Kipp
Public sex has never been my thing before.
But I think it is now.
Bunny arches her back on another heavy moan, wet pussy incessantly clamping around my cock, “OhmygodKid…”
“That’s it,” Nolan growls against my neck from the seat behind me, teeth scraping the skin near my collarbone. “Fuck our dirty little slut.” One arm curls around the headrest to grab a handful of his hair causing him to hiss and sink his teeth in deeper. “Goddamn, Kid. You want me to blow a load, don’t you?”
Correction.
I know it is now.