So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(166)

I take her hand from where it rests and stick her finger in my mouth, sucking it as I slowly pull it out. I do the same with the one next to it, and then her thumb. She stares at my mouth with huge eyes.

“There are very few things hotter for a guy than a woman touching herself.” Unless it’s a woman touching another woman, but that’s something I probably shouldn’t bring up right now.

She gnaws on that bottom lip a bit more, and then she pulls out of my arms to duck around me. “Okay. If you say so.”

I follow her into the living room, plowing into her from behind. I grab her around the waist, sliding my hand inside her pajama pants and rubbing my raging erection against her ass. “Now. Where were we?”

The front door opens and crashes closed—it may as well have slammed on my dick.

Fuck.





SIX





Dickey Bird gets excited every time Shay comes home. He whistles and calls out, trying to get her attention.

Always happy to show off his growing vocabulary, as soon as she walked through the door a few minutes ago, he squawked, and then as clear as day, he yelled, “Fuck, Ronnie, I’m coming. Right NOW!”

Shay was so thrilled that she kicked a not-embarrassed-in-the-least Jackson out and told him not to come back.

Ridiculous bird. I was going to get laid. That’s twice that I’ve been robbed by that bird.

At least Shay feels bad—now that Jackson’s gone.

She apologizes for the third time. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a shit night. Of course you can have any guest you want. Really. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

I hold up my hand. “It’s all right. I get it.”

“I can call him, tell him to come back. You guys should have crazy, life-affirming, monkey sex all over the house. I’ll go to a hotel. You can even fuck in my bed if you want—just clean up after and don’t tell me.” She wrings her hands, looking pitiful and remorseful—so unlike the Shayna I know but I love anyway.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “Thank you. Very generous offer. But it’s probably best this way. He’s not the guy I want. He’s just a hormone-fog-induced speed bump on my road to a real relationship.”

“Yeah, maybe. But he’s a fucking hot speed bump, with other bumps in all the right places. I mean, that guy is seriously shredded, Rons. I really screwed you by not letting him screw you. I owe you something.”

I turn off the light as I head down the hall.

“Shay, stop already. It’s okay. I have a vibrator. I—I will survive.” I sing the lines from the Gloria Gaynor song Gee-Gee loves so much.

And so another night with my battery-operated boyfriend. Well, at least B.O.B. is willing to be part of a long-term relationship.

Jackson Tremaine’s idea of a long-term relationship is probably when he stays in a girl’s bed longer than it takes the wet spot to dry.





Cock-blocked by a fucking bird.

I slam my hand against my steering wheel.

And to top it off, now I can’t go see Ronnie when I want to. Whatever crawled up Shay’s ass sure did a job on me and my plans. Fuck.

How else am I going to get some pussy? Well, that particular pussy.

The way she looked up at me, all sweet and sexy, embarrassed because she likes to suck cock. Aw, man. Doesn’t get any better than that.

And I didn’t even get to lick her cunt or suck it or anything. I hope she was at least somewhat taken care of by her own hand. I’ve never left a woman hanging. That’s just—no real man does that. But when a lady says get out of her house, you get the fuck out.

Shit. Now I’ll be jackin’ off again tonight. Damn.

Girl’s gonna give me fucking tennis elbow.

Tennis.

That’s it!




Shayna surprised me last evening when I called and she actually told me where Ronnie plays tennis. She even apologized for kicking me out. She said her bird had a dirty mouth anyway and Dickey learning something new would be entertaining later, if embarrassing for Ronnie.

I laugh at the thought of one of Ronnie’s future boyfriends visiting, and that bird sounding off about how it’s coming while calling Ronnie’s name. I have to admit that, as much of a sick bastard as it makes me, that shit’s pretty fucking funny.

I have a big grin all the way to the park, where Ronnie’s meeting our boy, Dave.

Dave—the man. The one she’s supposed to make fall for her.

Yeah. We’ll see about that.

I park under a tree and wait.

The sun warms the cool morning air to a comfortable temperature fairly quickly. Ronnie shows up, ready to play in her tennis pants and top—she must be a serious player. It looks like she has all the right gear. With her racket in hand, she lets herself into the court. She goes through her stretches in preparation for the game.