The Perfect Stroke(12)

“Good you had him.”

That’s the understatement of the year, so all I can do is nod in agreement. “What’s your mom’s name?”

“Lily.”

I laugh. “So her parents named her after a flower too?”

“Her full name is Peace Lily, so that would be a yes.”

“I bet your grandparents are interesting.”

“I never got to meet them, but I hear they were. They definitely raised a proud, independent, strong woman and, despite her naming abilities, mom is a hell of a woman. Though, I do think she might have cried the day Blackie graduated the police academy.”

“She doesn’t like having a cop in the family?”

“She’s learning to accept it. It became easier when his twin Blue decided to go into ranching full-time. She said it evened out the karma, whatever that means.”

“You have a crazy family.”

“That I do,” he agrees, taking a bite of his food.

“I think you’re very lucky. It’s obvious you care about them.”

“I am and I do, though sometimes I want to kill them too. I’m feeling very lucky, especially since you agreed to come to lunch with me. I’m having a good time.”

“I am, too,” I admit, surprised. I don’t know what I expected from him, but I can’t lie. This has been the best lunch date I can ever remember.

“I’m glad. It will make it easier.”

“Make what easier?”

“Getting you to agree to have dinner with me tonight.”

I smile despite myself. Taking a bite of her salad, I smile at him. “We’ll see,” I tell him, but inside I know that if he asks, I’ll be agreeing.

“I’ll take that,” he says. “And just to sweeten the pot, if you agree, I’ll tell you all about how my mother and father met.”

“As long as you leave out their romps under the Magnolia trees.”

“Oh, no worries, nobody ever needs to hear that story. Even though it’s one of Mom’s favorites.”

“Now I’m scared again.”

“You should be,” he quips with a wink before he waves for the waitress’s attention to get us some refills. As I watch the way Rachel looks at Gray and he seemingly doesn’t even notice, instead looking right at me, I can feel something inside of me giggle happily.

Damn. I think I’m falling under the spell of a traveling salesman. Maybe I’m more like my mother than I ever suspected.





“Fuck, you look good,” I tell her.

The words slipping out of my mouth before I can stop them. Not that I would, but that seems to be a problem with this girl. She’s unlike the playthings I’m used to. By all rights, I should have forgotten her, but the memory of our weekend is just getting stronger and stronger with each minute I spend close to her. Lunch today was fun and one of the best times I’ve ever had with anyone. She entertains me and makes me laugh, and I actually like spending time with her so much that I found myself actually ignoring my rock-hard dick and concentrating on getting her to talk more.

I’m at her house picking her up for dinner. After our lunch date, I practically had to beg for her address—another first for me. Once I got it, I left and went back to schmooze with Riverton some more. While I’m enjoying the game I’m playing with CC, the same cannot be said with Riverton. He’s set a meeting up tomorrow afternoon. If that doesn’t work out, I don’t care what Seth says, I’m done. I’ll find another sponsor. He might not have as much pull with the higher-ups at the tournament, but there will be someone else who will get me the leverage I need with the committee. That’s all that is important. I’m not about to get jerked around, unless it’s by CC. She can jerk me all she wants. Visions of her hand moving up and down my cock spring to mind and, just like that, my semi-erection blooms into a full blown concrete crushing stiffy. This woman is killing me. If I don’t get in her pants again soon, I’m liable to start drooling and talking gibberish. I’m not far from that now, especially when she’s standing there in front of me wearing that auburn and gold hair down so that it curls loosely around her head, framing her face. She’s wearing a dark green silk dress that dips down enough just to highlight her cleavage and short enough to cover her thighs, but only after it curves and hugs the cheeks of her ass. She looked good this past weekend, but standing here right now, I can’t remember another woman before her. This is my first clue that I might be in trouble. My second is when she laughs, those thick beautiful lips curve up into a smile. They shimmer in the pale light with her lip gloss—pale pink in color. I imagine the color in a perfect ring around my shaft. Jesus, I can feel pre-cum gathering on my dick now. If I don’t get inside this woman soon, I’m going to blow.